For some reason, Cole just loved this bear seat. He wanted to climb in it every single time we walked downtown. Oh well. At least it meant he was willing to smile for the camera! Cole also had to climb up on every single wooden fence he could find. Boy did those two pipsqueaks have a blast!
And probably the coolest thing in Jackson Hole, a street named Pearl Street! What kid {heck, what adult for that matter} wouldn't want a street named after them?
We walked up and down main street several times a day. Our motel was so close to everything that it was really easy to just get some wiggles out and see the sights. We took the kids to the famous Jackson Hole Square arches. They weren't nearly as impressed as I had hoped they'd be. Oh well. I was having a blast!
It sounds really cheesy, but just being in Jackson Hole again brought back so many memories of when Jeff and I were first married and lovey-dovey. I even tried holding his hand a couple of times {he looked at me like I was kay-razy!}. Cheesy. I know.