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Fall in Jackson Hole


Early November in Jackson Hole. The golden light is lower in the sky, the leaves are gone from the Aspen. The cold is here and winter is coming. The grizzlies seem more restless, searching for food before the snow arrives. I was told that a road was closed in the Wilson area to minimize bear and human conflict after a women spent the evening at her window watching a grizzly on her back deck. The tourists are all but gone from the summer. Yet even a site such as this family of moose stops traffic on the road. It is in these moments of beauty that we experience one of the best reasons to live here, with the vitality and richness of the rest of the world as our neighbor.