Well, if nothing else, Montpellier did provide the biggest breakfast we had had up till then! We ordered eggs, bacon and pancakes, and it came on two plates—each! David likes his food, but this stumped even him. Still, it’s one heck of a way to start the day.

It was only a short hop to Jackson, barely a hundred miles, so we set of mid-morning and took it easy. It was the first time since before Yosemite that the agriculture made any kind of sense to me—nothing spectacular, just ‘proper’ farming.

Snake River is a spectacular sight, especially running full as it was. I don’t know why we didn’t stop and take photos; I guess because we just wanted to get to Jackson (and maybe because we had seen so much up to then and needed something really special to make us stop and get the camera out—again!).
We rolled up to the motel around lunch time, booked in and went for a wander into the town.

It was strange, David and I had completely different reactions to arriving in Jackson. I suddenly felt very melancholic, almost depressed, because, to me, Jackson was the end goal of the trip, the end of the holiday (although we still had three days to go). But David was elated, as to him it represented an achievement, what we set out to do.

Anyway, one of the first things we did was walk into a fishing tackle shop and ask if they arranged fishing expeditions—which of course they did. So we booked an outing for Tuesday, the first slot available (and the only one that suited us). We had decided that we wanted to fish from the bank rather than go afloat (it seems most people prefer to fish from a boat there).

So that left the Monday for Yellowstone Park.

There’s not much to Jackson, gift shops (tacky), art galleries (expensive), bars (over 21, with ID, only), hotels and estate agents (very, very expensive, Sotheby’s and the like). We wandered in and out of the gift shops, looking for presents to take home but most of the stuff seemed pretty awful. We looked in a desultory sort of way at cowboy boots and hats, looked at several exhibitions of paintings and photographs, but didn’t find anything that really took our fancy that we could afford.

So early to bed.