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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
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