We arrived in Jackson on Thursday afternoon. The pilot on the flight into Jackson said, “We will take off, but we might need to turn around due to weather.” We made it in, but it was cold and snowy.
I asked one of the hotel employees what there was to do there on a cold, snowy October day. And… apparently there is nothing. Nothing at all to do. Not enough snow to ski. Too much snow to go for nature walks. The tram wasn’t open. Nothin’.
On Saturday for about 30 minutes the sun came out. I was on a bus tour of the Grand Teton National Park with my baby doll.
And I took a phone picture of a famous barn. Famous because it is photographed so often by photographers using better equipment than phone cameras.
We were supposed to see a lot of wildlife on the bus tour, but even the animals knew there was nothing to do in Jackson last weekend. They didn’t bother to show up. We saw a few bison that were little black polka dots way off in the distance. Oh well. I was hoping to see a moose because they are the awkwardest looking animals. Long legs and knobby knees… they remind me of teenage boys that grow too fast. No moose.
Lydia and I with the Tetons in the background. You can’t see them, but they’re back there.
People could not get over Liddy’s hat. People could not get over Liddy. We had this conversation several times:
Person: She is just adorable.
Me: Thank you. We really like her, too.
Person: Is she your first baby?
Me: No, actually. She’s our fifth.
Person: FIFTH!!!???!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have five kids?! FIVE KIDS!? FIVE??? FIVE???? SWEET FANCY MOSES!!! FIVE?!
It is shocking, apparently, those five children of mine. I guess people in my town don’t care that much. I’ve hardly heard a word about it around here. So, I was caught off guard by their reactions, and didn’t really know how to reply. “Uh, yes… I collect them. It’s kind of an expensive hobby, but they make a lot at auctions if they’re not real ugly.” I could have told them that I am the 8th of 13, but didn’t want anyone to pass out or something.