NOW FOR SOME FISHING . . .

We left the “loop” we were taking around the Park in order to come down through Yellowstone Park to the south entrance – 23 miles – and on to Jackson Lake which is in the Jackson Hole country. The scenery is very fine with the Tetons looming across the lake. We came through level valleys surrounded by beautifully wooded mountains and along lovely creeks. We went to [Neoran] opposite Mount Moran and here the Snake flows out of Jackson Lake and there is a big dam. There was a little artistic store full of wonderful furs, all made and heads and skins of animals decorated the walls, also chairs made of elk horns, but the chance to fish was poor so we got some bread, eggs, etc., and came back several miles to this beautiful camp at the lake. The men got a boat but caught no fish except for Dad, who fished along the edge and got four copper bellies which are poor eating.

This is our most beautiful camp so far, located among little poplars and lodgepole pines on a gentle slope overlooking the lake with small poplars and sage scattered over it. I had a big sage fire last night.

Now my diary letter is up to date. The men got up early and went fishing along the shore. Irl got one lake trout. That was all the luck they had. They came back for a hasty breakfast, then went again in a boat. We did up the dishes and aired our bedding – badly needed.

[The map at top is from the "Haynes New Guide and Motorists' Complete Road Log of Yellowstone National Park," 1926. The above "Eastern Brook Trout photographed alive, Yellowstone, Park" is from the box of colored postcards.]