I swore I was going to eat a little less meat. I guess I shouldn’t swear. A spontaneous invitation to visit friends in the Tetons threw a wrench into my plans. As they say, carpe diem—or seize the day, pack your bags, and buy some nice wine to bring as a hostess gift. And make that red wine, because in that mountainous neck of the woods, you will be eating cowboy-sized portions of red meat.
I am convinced that the Rockies’ high altitude, dry air, and vast landscape will make anyone (who is predisposed) into a ravenous carnivore. Bison, buffalo, elk, and beef have a place on all menus. But if you’re not a meat-eater, no worries. This is the land where the Snake River does its snaking, as it winds and loops its way along the border of Wyoming and Idaho, stocked full of bass and trout.
