When it comes to autumn in Jackson Hole, the first thing you notice is the warmth. While there’s always a chance there could be a wave of Indian Summer heat that tricks you into thinking shorts are still appropriate attire in October, this particular warmth has nothing to do with temperature.
The ground has already begun to freeze. Morning frost coats everything with a crystalized sugar blanket and the only rush hour traffic is above you, the honking emerging from a V of Canada Geese seeking their next roost. And, over there, the sun is just barely peaking over the eastern butte like a yawning daughter under her comforter. Read more