Flags flapped from dozens of hands on Monday morning on the Town Square, when about 100 veterans and their families and friends gathered in sub-freezing temperatures to honor the nation’s armed forces.
A sold-out crowd was stunned into silence Friday night as Bella Gwilliam’s strong, angelic voice filled the Pink Garter Theater.
Joy Lamb had to ask her parents for permission to join the U.S. Army.
Service before self.
Boy Scouts from Jackson’s Troop 268 helped serve roast beef, potatoes and coleslaw Friday evening for the Elks Lodge’s annual Veterans Day dinner.
The Silver Dollar Showroom was packed to the gills Saturday night. And loud.
Carefully arranged altars were placed in every corner of St. John’s Episcopal Church Friday, displaying photos, marigolds, candles and snacks like fruit, popcorn and bottles of Coke.
Alexis Jagelski slipped through a willow patch, her fly-rod gently deflecting branches so she could step onto the cobbled shoreline of the Snake River. Gathered in a circle around a guide were four Jackson Hole Middle School students, there to learn the art of fly-fishing from the Jackson Ho…
I’d never had an animal in the crosshairs before.
Neither Adam nor Emily Janak had much interest in log cabins when they began to remodel their East Jackson home in 2016. But when they tore into it, stripping off the vinyl siding to discover logs underneath, Emily said, “it was like finding gold.”
The sun shining and the air crisp, Mike Welch turned his trishaw onto bike path near the West Jackson post office.
The Jackson Hole News&Guide recently took home the highest accolade awarded by the National Newspaper Association: best weekly newspaper in the nation for its circulation class.
Sometime between the snow Friday night and Saturday afternoon’s clouds the weather turned beautiful.
A light fog illuminated by Friday’s early morning light hung in the air as cars slowly navigated the winding road toward the South Entrance of Yellowstone National Park.
Merit: (noun) the quality of being particularly good or worthy, especially so as to deserve praise or reward.
A mile-long hill leads up to Colleen Valenstein’s Saddle Butte home.
A mythologized version of the Old West is inescapable in Jackson. It’s rarer to find cultural exchanges focused on the contemporary lives of Native American tribes.
Great horned owl Owly appeared, understandably, startled when the 120,000-pound barn started moving, right before her round yellow eyes.
After a few kisses and scratches on his head and back, Lazarus decided to take the loving to the next level.
The hillside along Game Creek Road was coated in telling brown patches of cheatgrass and purple tinges of knapweed.
As has become a September tradition, Town Square filled with runners, walkers and nonprofit donors Saturday for the 23rd annual Old Bill’s Fun Run for Charities.
Cool, crisp mornings and back-to-school sale signs at local retailers signify one constant of fall: School has started.
When Frances Clark moved to the valley eight years ago a mention of nature mapping in the newspaper caught her eye.
With the go-ahead from instructor Garrett Austen, the melee ensued.
The Children’s Learning Center’s Rafter J greenhouse project started several years ago, sparked by a group of intrepid 4-year-olds wanted to know more about where their food came from. They had a sense beef didn’t live in its life in plastic-wrapped packages and that bananas didn’t come off the tree with a neat piece of plastic wrapped around the bunch and marked with a sticker.
“OK, everyone, we’re going to play a game.”
Program Director Nealy Angell mostly held the attention of the children circled in the Jackson Hole Therapeutic Riding Association barn. Morning rain had pushed them inside for their warm-up activity. Angell held a rubber kickball plastered with images of farm animals.
Summertime, and the living is easy ... unless of course you’re in the local labor force coping with super-busy workdays and summer’s extra-heavy traffic.
The early scientist gets the bird. Every Wednesday morning for the past 10 weeks the Jackson Hole Wildlife Foundation bird banding crew rose before dawn to set up mist nets around the Teton Science Schools campus near Kelly.
More Jackson Hole residents and visitors have experienced the healing power of horses thanks to a tight-knit group of women.
Results provided by the Teton County Fair and Teton County 4-H. Additional results, photos and coverage can be found in the July 31 News&Guide or online at JHNewsAndGuide.com.
Even when they’re off duty, no red noses or gargantuan shoes in sight, Terry Donaldson sometimes forgets she’s talking to Denis Martinez rather than Ravioli the Clown.
Twenty-five steers weighing a combined 30,314 pounds were paraded, admired, bid on and sold Friday at the Teton County Fair, but the surprise of the day came with feathers.
When Mak Gavin landed an arrow square in the cheek of the black panther lounging in the field in front of him, he had only two words to say: “head shot.”
Sheriff Manny’s head comes about to the waist of a full-grown man.
I had a sneaking suspicion it was the Texas Twister that did me in.
While some children get ready for bed by watching Netflix, playing their favorite video games or browsing social media, Kinzie Castagno walks her steer, Hook, up and down the hill in her backyard every night.
Gigi Mahood has been a part of 4-H for the last four years, but this is her first year working with lambs.
One of the first Teton County Fair events was held bright and early July 20 on the south lawn of the fairgrounds, and it was one that put a familiar animal through its paces: dogs.
After he finished shooting, put down his gun and walked away from the range, Will Harper, 11, wasn’t feeling all too great about his performance.
Gandalf and Merlin were born and raised exactly like full-size horses, despite being only 33 inches tall at the withers.
Pig Wrestling
Peewees
No times. For the second year in a row, the pigs dominated the category.
If you fly into Jackson Hole Airport on a Saturday this summer the first thing waiting to greet you won’t be a taxi driver or that friend generously picking you up in exchange for a beer.
Those in the know know to be there by 11 a.m.
A constant rhythm of the satisfying plonk of a bag hitting a cornhole board echoed through the air Sunday afternoon.
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