He headed west after being stood up at the altar and the family didn’t hear from him for forty years. His first winter there he couldn’t get out of the cabin and he swore he was leaving come spring, but spent the rest of his life there. We have a chair he made out of elk antlers and elk leather webbing, and a huge set of antlers.
That is a great story. I can’t imagine having something one of my ancestors made with his own hands, especially something so unique. I hope he kept a journal or somehow recorded his experiences. So neat!
If I ever win the lottery, Jackson Hole will be my home for at least part of the year.