Jackson Hole is the kind of town my dad and stepmom would like. It’s a town of no more than 9,000 people where at any given time, in any given bar, restaurant, or café, you’ll run into groups of locals and tourist bundled up in rainbow-colored ski uniforms chatting over some locally-roasted coffee or dining on some local game. Notice the “local” part. Residents of Jackson Hole take that part very seriously. I mean, not even a McDonalds or Subway has snuck through in the town’s downtown (although Starbucks is on the main square).
One walk through Jackson Hole (which, by the way, from side to side would only take a maximum of ten minutes) is enough to realize that this is the kind of town you’d see in a Lifetime holiday movie. The stores are owned by mom-and-pop, snow falls in perfect crystal form, and each and every passerby greets you with a smile and a “How are ya?”.
The perfect Jackson Hole Day begins at 7am, when you’ll wake up for a croissant from Persephone or eggs benedict at a diner like Café Genevieve; you’ll pass the elk and moose on your way out to the slopes to shred the pow (pow = powder = snow) – you may even find yourself at Corbett’s Cabin on top of the Rendezvous Mountain to scarf down some nutella and bacon waffles. At night, more likely than not, you’ll end up at the famous/infamous Million Dollar Cowboy Bar, The Wort Hotel, or Snake River Brewery (I admit, I ate here twice…).
Wyoming was never a state I thought I would be visiting, let alone a tiny ski town, but that’s exactly why it deserved a visit. If you need more convincing to visit this charming, quiet town, look no further.