Rock Springs to Driggs, Idaho
As if our hosts have not done enough for us, they are giving us their condo in the Tetons for the weekend. Well, o.k., I believe I'm packed and ready to go.
On the way out of town, and there are lots of painted cows,
a local community fundraiser.
Just one of the ghost houses of the West.
When Melinda gave us directions, she insisted that we stop at "the best ice cream place in the world". Not wanting to offend a friend, we obliged. Side note: the kitchen counter in our rig has a trap door to the garbage compartment underneath. This compartment is accessed by a small outside door to ease dumping it. Upon stopping, we discovered that whoever emptied the garbage, must not have latched the door, as it was swinging open from the side of the rig, without a trace of our garbage can. I'm guessing it's laying in the driveway of the KOA campground. Sorry guys.
Enjoying out 'big cones' from the Farson Mercantile.
Oooo, starting to see big mountains.
...and trees! We've been in the desert a while now.
Oh, could that be Grand Teton?
Downtown Driggs. He's watching over the traffic light.
Since the condo does not have a parking space for our 42' trailer, we left it at an RV park in the next town, about 10 minutes away. The lady at the desk told us that there were moose all over the place, and we shouldn't have a hard time finding one. Cool.
Then we packed our bags and headed for the 3-bed, 3-bath palace. The kids were so happy to have real beds, and full-size to boot. I liked having a washer and dryer in-house, and, of course, a TUB. Paradise.
After we ate supper, there was still about 15 hours of daylight. We decide to go on a moose hunt, so we took a little drive up the mountain and look what we find...
Awww!
This little guy just walks out in front of us and stands there. He cries out with the cutest little bleat. I roll down my window to shoo him from the road--not true, I actually asked him what he was doing out here all alone and where's his momma? He doesn't answer, but he starts walking over to us! I have to remind myself forcefully that I can't keep him. Then I really do make a noise to scare him away from the car. Gotta teach them early that humans = bad.
Luckily there was no one else on the road. He made a couple of more cries then eventually went across the road and straight up a 10-foot embankment. Bye-bye Bambi. Go find your momma. I'm sure she's close by. When we came back down the mountain, there was no sign of him. If he had still been crying in the road, Zoe would have a new bunk mate for a few days.
Then, a few miles further, we see this large owl on a fence post. When it took off, a baby owl from on the ground below, followed it. I love this place.
Not finding any moose on the mountain, we cruise the pastures behind town. Not surprisingly, there aren't any moose, but we did find a few delinquent calves sneaking under the fence, obviously up to no good.
Looks like trouble.
Bad cows, get back in there!
Wonderful first night in Driggs, known as the "good side of the Tetons".
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