On an August trip to visit her mother in Tlaxcala, Mexico, Miriam Morillon marched into the mayor’s office with a proposal. She walked out with an ordinance.
Orrin Bonney and Lorraine Gagnon met in a way in keeping with the life they were to live together and the reputation they earned in Wyoming mountaineering.
The valley’s biggest dance party serves no alcohol and starts at 9 a.m. on a Sunday.
February 2019 was a historic month in Jackson Hole.
It took a year and a half for the teens to raise the money they needed to get to the island.
When Ron Scott, Carl Davidson, Bill Townsend and Bill Briggs played their first show together as the Stagecoach Band on Feb. 16, 1969, Aerosmith hadn't been born, ZZ Top, Rush, the Who and the Rolling Stones were still in their (now-relative) infancy.
Trevor Kennison sat in his sit-ski above the run-in to Corbet’s Couloir.
Among snow-covered tree, coats dotted the St. John’s Episcopal Church campus.
Gary Endecott trained for weeks to prepare for his ski competition.
He worked out in the gym over the summer. He skied weekends. On Thursdays this winter he donned a Jackson Hole Mountain Resort host jacket — his first year in the signature red coat.
He’s no stranger to the mountain, the sport or the Special Olympics Wyoming Winter Games.
Sean O’Malley steered countless road and infrastructure projects and had an outsize influence on the county’s pathway network during his nine years as Teton County engineer.
Armed with Gentemstick demo boards the three snowboarders in Teton Adaptive Sports’ new veterans program boarded the Bridger Gondola on Jan. 22, ready for a day of fast groomers and off-trail pow shots.
Hitched-up sled dogs barked and bounded through the National Anthem, excited to be loaded into snow chutes at the Pedigree Stage Stop race. Along the sidelines a small group of kids waited with helmets and goggles on, ready to jump into sleds.
On Thursday afternoons JD High Country Outfitters turns into an after-school arts and crafts atelier.
Minutes before the ice opens, players quickly wiggle helmets onto heads, tighten laces and grab a stick. With only an hour of ice time, these hockey players do not dally.
When Community School student Leila Sandlin stood before a mock United Nations, the 18-year-old American spoke for North Korea.
Pam Douglas sat on a stool in front of a backdrop, leaned close to her dog, Bode, and looked into the camera.
Jenny Carr doesn’t eat processed sugar, wheat, cow dairy, genetically modified foods, refined oils or alcohol.
A bottle-feeding porcupine, a pregnant cat, an emaciated beagle.
Dr. Dan Forman received the call on a weekend, the voice on the other end of the line frantic and upset about the fox that had been unintentionally caught in a Havahart trap.
In the dead of night March 26, 1990, guests woke to a fire at Grand Targhee Resort.
Lea tried her best. But with six people in the room — two taking photos, one armed with treats, the others mostly spectating — it was hard for the American bulldog mutt to focus.
Tourists have been snapping pictures of the Snake River since pioneer photographer William Henry Jackson dropped by in the 1870s.
For the past five years Jenny Landgraf and Sally McCullough have warmed up the stage at the annual Teton Serenade. Guitars and picks in hand, the women have harmonized together for years, regularly playing at the weekly Hootenanny in summers and winters.
Mark and Jen Black were visiting from Victoria, Texas, when they learned about one of the community’s beloved annual traditions.
Cooper Lancaster toes up to a black line on the basketball court, careful to not let his Nikes cross.
Principal Scott Crisp logged countless hours on airplanes last year, flying back and forth from Wyoming to Washington, D.C., for a prestigious fellowship with the U.S. Department of Education.
Mark your calendars, kids. Santa Claus is coming to town.
McKenzie McBride sets the timer and places her phone on the table: It’s time for 30 minutes of Spanish.
You know it’s an interesting party when there are two aerial artists taking turns performing on a lollipop lyra — a metal hoop mounted atop a metal pole — at the entrance.
Forty years ago this week Paul Bruun and other employees of the new Jackson Hole Daily — the Jackson Hole Daily News, it was called — delivered the first issue and then crashed.
They started the Sunday before Thanksgiving, flipping on the kitchen lights most mornings around 7. They cooked batch after batch of birds, baked tray after tray of pies, warmed sheet after sheet of rolls.
A hundred years ago Alfred G. Sensenbach left Jackson Hole to be inducted into the Army. He never came home.
The tap dancers dazzled. A stand-up comic tickled the funny bones of young and old alike. And the musicians commanded the stage with the sparkle, spunk and sureness you’d expect from Broadway pros.
When other children might be getting on a school bus 7-year-old Rory Loudenslager and her 5-year-old sister, Heika, are on a playground alongside their 2-year-old brother, Cyrus.
After three days of staying parked, searching the area around Jenny Lake while shaking a can of cat kibble, the Hepners had to drive away.
Gamblers and gunslingers roamed the saloon-themed halls Saturday at The Wort Hotel to raise dollars for scholars.
Nicolle Moyer apologizes for the mess, but mere days after move-in, it’s hard to tell the condo was only just deemed occupiable. A ladder in the hallway and an empty space in the kitchen for a yet-to-arrive dining room table are all that give it away — that, and a boxed electric fireplace si…
Jose Rivas’ office is full of plush animal puppets. They line the wall on a small bookshelf, ready to ease children into what can be a scary place — the school counselor’s office.
A small group of “forest bathers” braved just-above-freezing temperatures Friday morning to reap the rewards of connecting with nature and slowing down amid the evergreens.
It was in the opening days of 1968 that elected officials of the town of Jackson and Teton County unanimously passed a resolution creating a government-appointed board to oversee Jackson Hole Airport.
The service is lauded as the loudest of the year, and the black French bulldog that came through the door half barking, half screaming kept that reputation going strong.
In the darkened theater, a hushed crowd of elementary-school students watched as two lanterns hovered past their aisles and drifted onto stage.
The evening started with a glass of wine and a ride up the Bridger Gondola, and the drinks didn’t stop flowing until well after dark.
While Jackson Hole may be no New England by the time October comes around, there is no denying that the bright pops of yellow, orange and red from the aspen groves and cottonwood trees make fall one of the most beautiful times in the Tetons. That is, for as long as it lasts.
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