Jackson Wyoming- Tourist Heaven or Hell?

Day 11
Grand Teton-Jackson- Palisades Resevoir

Saying goodbye to The Grand Tetons was a love/ hate departure. Yellowstone and Grand Tetons are packed with tourists and the freezing cold nights didn't help either. It was down into the low 30's at night which was enough to chill the inside of Penny down to about 50. We didn't bother running the furnace at any time. Katie and I have lived in a house that only had a wood stove for two winters so this is nothing. We decide to take a little time on the way out in order to see some touristy stuff.

This is really just a beard progress report. Coming along nicely

Jackson Wyoming is very much like the other tourist towns I've seen. All the big name places we have hit so far have the same thing in common. Ridiculously priced real estate, out of control tour options, and RV parking that is out of the question. You want me to give you $85 to park my RV for a night? You must be out of your mind. It's time to hit the mean streets of this town populated at 10,000 and see what it's got. Katie wants to bring the dog. I think it's a bad idea. Take a guess who won that argument?

It's Saturday and the streets are packed. We browse through the downtown region and walk over a mile to the other side.

The town is clean and well laid out. The shops dot the streets all look to be in good shape with very little empty spaces. We have no idea how much the food costs, what the attractions are, or any clue what the lodging looks like. Just the trot through town was enough for us and it was time to burn some rubber. Idaho lay in the crosshairs of our travel plans. Oh yes Idaho, we will cross you off our list of states that have passed under our shoes.

Another dip into freecampsites.net sends us to the Palisades reservoir. It's not that friendly for big rigs and plumes of dust fill the air. This place also happens to be an OHV (off highway vehicle) park and there are about a dozen dirt bikes and ATV's tearing it up. 

I guess that just means it's finally time for me to pull T-dub off the carrier and get some miles in. Wait a second. Who's T-dub? Our newest member of the nomadicamerica family, that's who.

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Ladies and gentleman I give you T-dub. It's a 200cc enduro motorcycle. That means we can ride on the streets and immediately veer off into a ditch without looking too close. She's small, light, and is carried on the back of Penny. Nothing like having a miniature road legal dirt bike that gets 80mpg to haul our butts around the back road. Let's go on an adventure.

We ride three miles down the highway, and then another three down the beach. At the end of the reservoir an old abandoned road appears that goes straight into the water.

​ This thing is going to be awesome.