Bio: Dude, 1973-85. Descriptor: The fun, adventure and camaraderie with family and friends at the ranch.
Nancy’s Story: Our first summer at White Grass was in 1973; our last was the summer that Frank Galey died in 1985. Our initial approach was inauspicious. Driving in a heavy rain storm over Togwotee Pass, we got our first glimpse of the magnificent Tetons. We were a family of five – our eldest girl was 12, our younger girl was 10, our son was 2 1/2. Stopping at a viewpoint, my husband and I leapt from the car into the downpour imploring the kids to come see. They continued reading comics, our son dozed. They were totally unimpressed. When we finally approached the W.G. entrance with the H quarter circle B brand over the gate, the rough road had become a virtual river. Further on, we found the office, but no one was there. Which cabin was ours? A slickered cowboy came out of the barn and “reckoned” our cabin was #4. It was an early indication that things were “relaxed” at W.G. Though our cabin has now been dismantled, we remember it fondly and requested it every year. Very homey, very rustic with pot-bellied stove and huge fireplace (with a fabulous fire screen), it had 3 bedrooms, two baths and a back entrance (which our kids snuck out of frequently when it was bedtime). The electrical wiring hung outside, loosely swaying in the breeze; the hot water often failed; the bedsprings squeaked, but none of us cared when we could look out the back window and see an old bull moose with one antler browsing. He was a daily visitor, along with bears, coyotes, marmots, bats and other wildlife. This was the beginning of an annual odyssey to W.G. — always unforgettable stays which were filled with fun, adventure and camaraderie….more to come… Nancy