What is it about the rural Western United States that makes people wear turquoise jewelry and large belt buckles? Jackson, Wyoming, is a fashion center all its own. The town, small as it is, seems to specialize in yuppies who are pretending to be outdoorsy.
You forgot your bear spray? Sure. While you're picking some up, why don't you check out the $500 stingray-skin cowboy boots we have for sale downstairs?
Last time I checked, stingrays were not native to Wyoming. I was also highly amused by the "authentic" wooden Christmas ornaments (choose from moose or bison) made in India.
Also fascinating was the $2,500 leather coat that had a rhinestone Gothic cross plastered across the back. You know, perfect for those chilly mornings chasing heathen pronghorns across the valley.
Tiny Daughter manged to lose one of her shoes on the airplane, and since there was no Target to be found, the lucky little lady is now the proud owner of $42 pink mary janes. I was twelve before I owned a pair of shoes that expensive. I have instructed her feet to stop growing for the next 18 months.
So...yeah. Jackson is not the place for inexpensive souvenirs. It is, however, the place for:
A good time was had by all, just not at the retail stores.