Jackson Hole Underground

Not to be overlooked in the weekend’s expected powder frenzy (opening day at JHMR, Storm Show premiere) is a dose of stimulation for the mind.

Following on the heels of last night’s lecture by Pulitzer Prize winner Michael Chabon, renowned anthropologist and National Geographic explorer Wade Davis will give a talk at 7:30 p.m. Saturday at Center for the Arts.

Like his mentor at Harvard, Richard Evans Schultes, Davis could be described as a cross between Indiana Jones and Timothy Leary.

He has immersed himself in native cultures around the world and studied their languages and religious customs. He is perhaps best known for his work in Haiti, documenting voodoo, a project that led to his book The Serpent and the Rainbow.

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As the World Series begins tonight, let’s hope the Rockies do a better job on the field than they did selling tickets for the games in Denver.

Yesterday’s Internet free-for-all was a junk show, coming on the heels of Monday’s computer crash, and it seems nobody wound up happy but the ticket brokers with software for penetrating the system.

Is there a lower caste in the sports world than scalper? A pair of field-level seats behind the Sox dugout at Coors Field is going for $6,000 on eBay today.

If a casual fan in Wyoming, 500 miles from Denver, could grow aggravated as his two browsers repeatedly got stuck, I can only imagine the frustration of the hard-core fans in Colorado (assuming any of those exist).

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There hasn’t been much to read here this week because I’ve been participating in the Photography at the Summit workshop at the National Museum of Wildlife Art.

It’s hard not to get totally immersed in the lectures, critiques and shooting.
Chasing the early light and downing a few cocktails at the Silver Dollar Bar late at night will wear a photographer out, too.

This is an image that caught my eye. With the majority of the 50 or so students in town to shoot pretty pictures of wildlife, leave it to a Jackson Hole native to give a different take.

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He’s a little banged up and bruised, but Dick Cheney is ready for his next adventure.

No, not invading Iran.

Burning Man.

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It started with one person talking to another over lunch at Pearl Street Bagels. Then a mountain bike ride on Snow King. And a chance meeting on the steps of the Mangy Moose. “Wouldn’t it be great?” the conversations went.

The vision was there, and indeed it would be great. All that was needed was a little scrap metal, a pair of old waders, piles of discarded newspapers, plywood, duct tape and some Jackson Hole ingenuity.

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