Christmas 1994 in Yellowstone: Last Day In Jackson

December 28, 1994, Wednesday

Jackson Hole is home to an Elk Refuge, which is a bit of a misnomer since they feed the elk part of the year, then open up the refuge to hunters. Gee, down here in Texas we call that a deer lease, not a refuge! Anyway, we took a sleighride through the "refuge".
Ah, the limitations of the web! We truly need smell-a-vision here. Each time the driver would cluck and call out "Step up, Sarah Beth!" to the horses, one of them would pass gas quite loudly and very aromatically.

Another view of some of the elk gathered in this refuge. The Boy Scouts have a big jamboree every year and gather all the shed antlers in the park, and sell them for fundraising.

That night, we had an evening sleighride dinner at the Jackson Hole ski resort. They draw sleighs through the snow to a lodge, where they served passable prime rib. Judy and I had done this before on a ski trip to Purgatory (in Colorado), and I preferred that experience to this one; the Purgatory trip was very rustic, and ended with a simple meal of stew in an old low-beamed cabin, whereas this ride ended in a well-appointed "civilized" cabin with linen and china. I guess I'm just a simple woman!

Our journey ended uneventfully, with a drive to Denver and a visit to the Denver mint before catching our deluxe luxury MarkAir flight back to Dallas.
As we were sitting on the runway in the MarkAir jet, they de-iced the wings and then proceeded to let us sit there on the runway for over an hour. I asked one of the attendants if there was a timelimit for them where they required de-icing again, and she irritatedly shrugged her shoulders and said, "I dunno! Who knows? We probably won't need it anyway..." Somewhat ominous from our airborne professional, but just an example of the great service you come to expect from budget airlines like MarkAir!
I guess there's no suspense -- we obviously made it back alright.

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Updated 4/27/1996 by Kathy D. Lessa

	Jackson Hole is home to an Elk Refuge, which is a bit of a misnomer since they feed the elk part of the year, then open up the refuge to hunters. Gee, down here in Texas we call that a deer lease, not a refuge! Anyway, we took a sleighride through the "refuge". Ah, the limitations of the web! We truly need smell-a-vision here. Each time the driver would cluck and call out "Step up, Sarah Beth!" to the horses, one of them would pass gas quite loudly and very aromatically.
	Another view of some of the elk gathered in this refuge. The Boy Scouts have a big jamboree every year and gather all the shed antlers in the park, and sell them for fundraising.
	That night, we had an evening sleighride dinner at the Jackson Hole ski resort. They draw sleighs through the snow to a lodge, where they served passable prime rib. Judy and I had done this before on a ski trip to Purgatory (in Colorado), and I preferred that experience to this one; the Purgatory trip was very rustic, and ended with a simple meal of stew in an old low-beamed cabin, whereas this ride ended in a well-appointed "civilized" cabin with linen and china. I guess I'm just a simple woman!
Our journey ended uneventfully, with a drive to Denver and a visit to the Denver mint before catching our deluxe luxury MarkAir flight back to Dallas. As we were sitting on the runway in the MarkAir jet, they de-iced the wings and then proceeded to let us sit there on the runway for over an hour. I asked one of the attendants if there was a timelimit for them where they required de-icing again, and she irritatedly shrugged her shoulders and said, "I dunno! Who knows? We probably won't need it anyway..." Somewhat ominous from our airborne professional, but just an example of the great service you come to expect from budget airlines like MarkAir! I guess there's no suspense -- we obviously made it back alright.