I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Saturday, June 4, 2016
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around...
That song was almost certainly not about Jackson, Wyoming, which on the basis of a few hours acquaintance is sadly lacking in Bright Lights, Big City attractions, but if you change “mess around” to “chill out and do as little as possible,” it still works as a theme song for this trip.
This creek runs through the grounds of the lodge where I'm staying, and after an unnecessarily dramatic start to my day -- more on that later -- I'm just grateful that I actually made it.
In the spirit of chilling out and just being happy to be here, I will refrain from comment on this bronze moose wading in the same creek. Hey, this is apparently just how we roll in Wyoming. (We passed an entire museum dedicated to statues of wildlife on the way in from the airport.) Even if life-size statues of animals are almost always creepy and have no business being in an otherwise attractive body of water!
Deep breath. I made it. I'm here.
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