National Geographic : 1966 Apr
couldn't find accommodation. Many were sleeping in their cars. It was then that he thought of building a hotel so that others could enjoy the beauty of the Tetons, as we had on many trips over nearly thirty years. "With park officials, we chose the site Lunch Tree Hill, where we had often pic nicked. The Park Service supplied land, utili ties, landscaping. Jackson Hole Preserve, Inc., built the hotel. All profits go to conservation." Like millions of others, I have marveled at the Tetons, framed in the big picture windows of Jackson Lake Lodge. I like the scene even better through the trees from Colter Bay. Here the Rockefellers made a home for those who take their parks a bit more basically. Colter Bay: Haven for Kitless Campers For the family that has never camped, that doesn't own a tent, a sleeping bag, or even a frying pan, Colter Bay has the answer-log shelter campsites and camping gear for rent, by the night or by the week (page 590). Even an especially designed trailer camp is pro vided, where people who take their homes with them can tie on to electric power, sewer, and other connections, and find a cafeteria, laundry machines, showers, and grocery store within walking distance. Fittingly, between them Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks attract more than two million visitors a year to Wyoming -s even times the state's own population. But countless others use Interstate Highway 80 across the southern part of the state as a sort of transcontinental racetrack, scarcely stop ping for hamburgers or gasoline. Wyomingites consider this dash across their land a sorrow. A few think it should be made a misdemeanor. After seeing the rest of Wyo ming, I'm inclined to agree. My travels took me to Cheyenne, the lively capital; to oil-rich Casper, the "other city," whose population almost equals Cheyenne's 52,000; and to dozens of towns. I remember most fondly the little places with the poetry of a rugged young country in their names. The Indians named Ten Sleep, because they reckoned the site was ten days' travel from Fort Laramie or from the Yellowstone hunting grounds. Chugwater Creek is named for an Indian legend that a tribe once drove buffalo over a bluff to slaughter them, and the beasts landed with a chugging sound. The most graceful name of all belongs to a pleasant town in the Bear Lodge Mountains of northeastern Wyoming, not far from Devils Tower National Monument (page 588). It is KODACHROMEBY ROBERTO. BINNEWIES© N.G.S.