For the second year in a row, Dakota and I attended Austin City Limits’ opening weekend. There is no closer feeling to invincibility than standing in the center of a crowd, staring at a stage framed by the Austin skyline, and hearing the music of your generation. The only thing second to the music that makes a festival is the fashion...
In Age of Innocence Edith Wharton writes, “Each time you happen to me all over again.” For me, this is the best way to explain the love and awe I feel for Jackson Hole…this wilderness never ceases to sweep me off my feet. For my birthday this year, I traveled back to my second home in the magnificent Teton Mountains. Growing up, I was fortunate enough to split time between the waves and sunshine of southern California and the majestic mountains of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. This is where I learned to ride a bike, ski down the most intimidating of slopes, build turnpikes on hiking trails, and float a river with fly rod in hand. I memorized my multiplication tables in the hammock of our front yard with a moose as an audience.
Jackson Hole is home to one of the most gorgeous landscapes in North America and is the best place to let your inner gaucho shine. I know this post will not be enough to cover the vast amount of summer activities Jackson has to offer, but I hope to capture at least its essence.