Mount Moran and other mountain friends in the distance
Beautiful morning for a ride
Coming down the trail
Crossing the highway
Moose Head Ranch wranglers and guests. This is the ranch that I worked on my first summer out of high school, back in 1970.
Moose Head riders
Playing cowboy
Riders crossing the highway
Forward through the forest
Turn-off to the Moose Head Ranch
Peach Blossom at the entrance to Moose Head Ranch
Trying to relive my youth
One of the guest cabins
One of the wranglers' cabins
Entrance to the main lodge
View from the main lodge
Veranda of the lodge, with guest cabins in the background
Lounging area
The windows even reflect a great view
Barns and outbuildings
The ranch manager, who has been there for thirty years
Hanging basket of flowers
A master gardener
Another cabin
More cabins
The old original barn
There is a reason the corner of this building looks like this. Johnny Smith was a wrangler on the ranch in 1970, when I was there. He kept his saddle in this little building. There used to be an upright post on the corner, which supported the roof and made a small porch. One day, Johnny tied a big sorrel horse named Ginger to this upright post, while he curried the animal before saddling. The horse spooked, pulled back, and tore the post out of the ground. Ginger took off running, dragging the eight foot post behind. Dudes were starting to assemble for the afternoon ride. Ginger went flying down through the pedestrians and turned the corner as if a grizzly bear was chasing him. He jumped a cattle guard, but the post hung up. When the halter rope came tight, it caused Ginger to turn a somersault. He arose again quickly and tore off running towards the Snake River. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, visibility was near zero due to all of the dust in the air. Fortunately, no one got run over or hurt. I mounted my steed and rode on down to the river to gather up what was left of Ginger. He had a pretty good sweat worked up, and was quite skittish for the rest of the day.
View from just north of the ranch, back on the highway south of Moran Junction
Bright green foilage, with mountains beyond. How can a view such as this be beat?
Mighty pretty country
View from the window of Jackson Lake Lodge
There are probably moose in the meadow
A picturesque lodge near Jenny Lake
You can't point a camera wrong in this country
Another pretty picture
The streets of Jackson, no longer a quiet little country town
Snow King ski slope in the distance