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plain toward thousands of grazing, dozing
and braying animals, you spot three regal
bucks strolling away from the group, the
Tetons rising behind them. It makes for
one heckuva panorama.
Lunch is at the Wort Hotel’s
Silver Dol-
lar Bar & Grill
, named for the 2,000 or so
1921 Morgan Silver Dollars inlaid on the
bar. A guy on the sleigh ride earlier had
recommendedyou try thehickory-smoked
pheasant soup, so you do, and spend the
next fewminutes contemplating howyou
might go about finding him to express
your gratitude. It’s that good.
A short while later, you’re standing
waist-deep with
Snake River Angler
guide
Boots Allen, holding a fly rod. A er a short
introduction, you’re casting like, well,
someone who just learned to cast. The
Snake River is home to the most robust
population of native cu hroat trout (so
named for the linear red, pink and orange
marks under the fish’s chin) in the Rocky
Mountain West; the waters are teeming
with them—except, apparently, the spot
where you’re standing. But then the line
goes taut and you reel in an intricately
spo ed specimen. Allen’s tallied four, but
no ma er. Success!
Feeling rugged and outdoorsy, you
head to the town of Wilson, where you
celebrate your first fly-fishing expedition
with a glass of Veil of Composure pale
ale at
Q Roadhouse
(another Fine-owned
eatery). You’re powerfully hungry after
wading through that river all a ernoon,
sowhen the buffaloburger youorder from
the eclectic, Southern-influenced menu
arrives, it doesn’t stand a chance.
Next it’s off to the
Stagecoach Bar
, where
country and bluegrass outfit The Stage-
coach Band is playing for appreciative
two-steppers. The bartender points out
the banjo player, whose leg appears to be
permanently bent. The guy’s name is Bill
Briggs. “He was born without a hip joint,”
you are told. “His hip is fused into that
position.” As local lore has it, Briggs was
the first person to ski from the top of the
Grand Teton. “They say he’s the father of
extreme skiing.” Only in Wyoming.
There’s time for one more back at the
hotel, so you belly up at the
Handle Bar
, a
new après pub facing Rendezvous Peak.
Though you’re tempted by another array
of local microbrews, you decide to give
your own defiant attitude a whirl and
order a dainty cachaça fizz from the bar’s
inventive cocktail list.
Sowhat if I’mdrink-
ing a frothy cocktail
, you think as a sugary
mustache begins to form on your upper
lip.
What I drink is nobody’s business but
my own
.
Hemispheres
photo editor
SAMPOLCER
would be much more excited to go to work
every day if there were a team of Alaskan sled
dogs to take him there.
GOING TO
EXTREMES
The Granite
Hot Springs;
one of Jack-
son Hole’s
high-speed
chair lifts
