
We left Yellowstone this morning, and headed south through the Grand Tetons. We wanted to get all the way down to Rock Springs, Wyoming, so that we could travel through Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area the next morning. The trip down was a very pretty drive. This day, and many of the days left on our trip have more driving than sightseeing in them but there’s still a lot to see. We
stopped for a few hours in Jackson, Wyoming to do some shopping and bumming around. Jackson is sometimes incorrectly called Jackson Hole. I’ve heard it both ways so I asked a few locals what was correct. Apparently, the entire valley that the city lies in is called Jackson Hole. The city itself is simply Jackson. This town is a gathering ground for rich, rich people. There are tons of amazing houses, ranches, log cabins, estates and more, all built up on the mountain slopes. This is a ski town in the winter but there are also dozens of shops, restaurants and other attractions lining the city streets. Jackson is also famous for it’s antler arches.
We continued on down to Rock Springs and decided to simply stay the night in the Walmart parking lot. This doesn’t sound very pleasant, but when all you want is a place to park, it will do just fine.



First up the next day was the Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area. This is a reservoir created on the Green River by the Flaming Gorge Dam. It’s surrounded by colorful rock walls and hills and the drive through is a constant roller coaster ride. We were only passing through but a part of me would love to launch my boat and spend a few days camping and boating here. From Flaming Gorge to the town of Dinosaur there are frequent signs highlighting the areas paleontological past. This is Dinosaur country. It’s like driving through a museum. (that’s me in the middle picture above)

Once out of this area the terrain evens out a bit, but only until our final destination for the day: Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Steamboat has the distinction of being one of the most expensive places to buy a home in the US. I remember reading an article a few years back that talked about the fact that the town’s workers can’t even afford to live in the city. I asked the girl working the front desk at the campground about it and she said that they all live in the town’s outskirts. I spent as much time ogling the amazing estates in the area as I did the beautiful scenery. We spent the night at the Steamboat Springs Campground.



































































