Jun 15, 2013
. They had already had delicious steaks bought from Albertson's in Jackson (Jackson is the name of the major town in the valley, Jackson Hole is the name of the entire valley surrounded by the Grand Tetons and other mountain ranges). Accordingly after our drive through the park we headed south towards Jackson and went into Albertson's, an enormous supermarket with all kinds of delicious items. The girls then expertly chose two steaks. Afterwards we went next door to the liquor store - equally impressive - and made sure we had enough wine to sustain us during the meal. We had a great time. Both Marga and Margreeth (Marga is the blonde on the photos, Margreeth is the dark one) have had ups and downs in the lives but they certainly had not lost their sense of humor or appetite for life.I told them about Rita's and my travelblog and promised to put both of them on the distribution list. Enjoy the photos, M. and M., and good luck to you in the rest of your lives!
Before arriving at the camp I had had a fine drive up 287 through the Togwotee pass to Morgan Junction and from there south to Gros Ventre. I want to see as much as possible of the Grand Teton National Park before I head up to Yellowstone on Tuesday. I'm currently at the Teton County Library - another impressive public service institution.
Thursday evening at the Gros Ventre Campground in Jackson Hole, WY, I had started one of my usual grandiose campfires. A lady from across the camp street came over and asked if I would teach her and her companion how to make a similar campfire. I, of course, invited them over and got the wine and the wine glasses out. It turned out that they were from Holland touring the American West. They were two weeks into their adventurous trip and had two more to go. They had seen all of Yellowstone and were now headed to Salt Lake City and the Utah state parks. We talked into the night - or at least until a brief shower began, and we crawled into our sleeping bags.The next morning I invited them to join me on a tour of the Grand Teton National Park with the top down on the Mustang. We had an enjoyable day full of laughter and jokes. At the Tripper Grill overlooking Lake Jackson each of us had a BLT sandwich for lunch. Margreeth and Marga (those are their names, you have to pronounce them with a guttural sound at the appropriate place to make them sound real Dutch) then suggested that we grill steaks for dinner back at the camp