Uncle Jeff, who worked in a Jackson ski shop for a year, calls these arches in the town's square "the biggest herd in the world."
On our arrival in town, we were greeted by a quick hail shower -- a real surprise, since it was about 85 degrees.
Later, we wandered onto a scene of aspiring tightrope walkers, some of whom took time out to show us how to get started. It was a cool scene, until one of their guitar-playing group leaned over and started vomiting. Just a beer vomit would have been all right, but he kept going, until he had a pile about the size of an apple pie. We took that as our cue to go. "Okay, thanks for the tightrope lesson. See ya!"