Jackson, Wy

For a town that's pretty much younger than my grandfather, it's still pretty cool.  Hundreds of tourists hit this spot on the way to the major national parks to the north.  I rolled into town just about 6pm and heard gunshots, but found out it was a show put on every night between the cowboys and indians.  I pulled over quickly, but the show was already dispersing.  I naturally found the brewery right away, and their Hefeweizen was the best.  The motel owner was from Georgetown, MA.  And I met two guys; one from Dedham and one from Braintree.  You can't get away from a Red Sox fan.  I also had a cool talk with Olaf.  He spends 9-10 months here either herding 600 head of cattle, or welding, and then 2-3 months over the winter kayaking rivers in New Zealand that no one has ever been on before.  He'll charter a helicopter to the head of a river! And he's in his 60's with a foot long beard.  The guy from Dedham was amazed with Olaf's accomplishments and deeply in awe.

The next shot is at the Snake River Brewing Company with two of the bartenders