August 16
We drove to the top of Signal Mountain and looked down into the Jackson Hole valley and saw miles of the Snake River weaving between the pine trees. We dropped by the Chapel of the Sacred Heart, alongside Jackson Lake in the woods where the christening of triplets was about to start. We stopped off at Jenny Lake then went on to the Menor homestead which got us thinking and talking about the
pioneers who got 160 acres to build on and cultivate over five years for $15 then the land was nationalised. Pictures are here. Then we dropped by the very Alpine Teton Village and wondered whether to take the cable car up to the top of the mountain but I thought I might have a panic attack. Fortunately the tickets were expensive so that was a good excuse not to do it.
Another language
Steve said several days ago, “You can’t go anywhere without Americans being nice to you” and it’s so true. Everyone has been wonderful to us. But sometimes there has been a bit of a language problem. It all started when I asked for a tub of ice cream and was told that a tub is called a mug. “Ah, we drink out of a mug,” I said. “Well, we bathe in a tub,” was the reply. “And we bath in a bath” I said, pronouncing it properly. We’ve noticed too that every
‘server’ (waiter or waitress to you and me) regardless of age, sex or ethnic background has called us “you guys.” And it’s “So where d’you guys come from?” and, depending on their age, their response to our reply will either be “Coo-el! Awesome!” or they will have a relation in Sheffield. I’ve listed down the side some of the great and funny things that have been said to us.
Where would you like your flagpole positioned, sir?
And then there’s the flags. Those stars and stripes are everywhere. In England, if someone had the Union Jack flying in their garden, the neighbours would suspect them of belonging to the BNP. Here, I imagine, if an American is having a house designed, the architect says, “And where would you like your flagpole positioned, sir?”
We drove to the top of Signal Mountain and looked down into the Jackson Hole valley and saw miles of the Snake River weaving between the pine trees. We dropped by the Chapel of the Sacred Heart, alongside Jackson Lake in the woods where the christening of triplets was about to start. We stopped off at Jenny Lake then went on to the Menor homestead which got us thinking and talking about the
pioneers who got 160 acres to build on and cultivate over five years for $15 then the land was nationalised. Pictures are here. Then we dropped by the very Alpine Teton Village and wondered whether to take the cable car up to the top of the mountain but I thought I might have a panic attack. Fortunately the tickets were expensive so that was a good excuse not to do it.Another language
Steve said several days ago, “You can’t go anywhere without Americans being nice to you” and it’s so true. Everyone has been wonderful to us. But sometimes there has been a bit of a language problem. It all started when I asked for a tub of ice cream and was told that a tub is called a mug. “Ah, we drink out of a mug,” I said. “Well, we bathe in a tub,” was the reply. “And we bath in a bath” I said, pronouncing it properly. We’ve noticed too that every
‘server’ (waiter or waitress to you and me) regardless of age, sex or ethnic background has called us “you guys.” And it’s “So where d’you guys come from?” and, depending on their age, their response to our reply will either be “Coo-el! Awesome!” or they will have a relation in Sheffield. I’ve listed down the side some of the great and funny things that have been said to us.Where would you like your flagpole positioned, sir?
And then there’s the flags. Those stars and stripes are everywhere. In England, if someone had the Union Jack flying in their garden, the neighbours would suspect them of belonging to the BNP. Here, I imagine, if an American is having a house designed, the architect says, “And where would you like your flagpole positioned, sir?”
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