This train on the Shortline doesn't look much like that Long Yellow Train, The City of Portland, that young Lew rode on along here once-upon-a-time.
On to downtown Jackson Hole, where Ms Dolphin (being quite Slim and Modest of Size), was able to insinuate herself into the last available Campsite in about a hundred miles.
Two days ago the Mountains here were invisible in Smoke!
When MsDolphin asked her People to stop here in Jackson Hole (she didn't want to be in the Awful Smoke), everyone was a little shocked at the price of this, the Last Campsite in Jackson ($52!), but Ms Dolphin was pleased to learn that she has her very own private Pooper Dumper (see it there between the freshwater Tap and the Electric Post??).
Ha! Perhaps somone thought that I was kidding about "Downtown Jackson Hole"... That is a Real, Honest-to-Goodness City Bus just outside Ms Dolphin's window!
Ms Dolphin will make a run for OF tomorrow in hopes of retrieving the Bicycles that the silly Humanoids forgot about the other day in their Mad Dash out of Smoke.