JACKSON HOLE, WY
Sometimes, a place can humble you. Jackson Hole is one of them. It’s the eerie sound of an elk bugle cutting through the fog of an autumn morning; the precipitous granite spires so rugged, it’s hard to imagine that one day you’ll be up among them—though you will. It’s the proximity to everything: the greatest intact ecosystem of the Lower 48; the steepest drop of any ski area in the United States; a town where ranchers drive their cattle along the highway, then open a bottle of fine wine come evening. Humble. Proud. Awed. That’s Jackson Hole.
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