The owner slowly scuffles toward the entrance of his café, unlocks the door, and lets us in. Like him, the interior is simple, original and down to earth. Breakfast is the same: a huge pot of coffee, hash browns, bacon and eggs. Eat it or leave it. But something else is provided here in abundance: a great sense of freedom.
That’s the important thing on this sunny Tuesday morning in Jackson, MT, a place far from fast-food chains and luminous advertising. Outside the café a farmer is repairing his fence, another is arriving in his old pickup, a dog in the back. While we sit here in the cozy guestroom, snow-covered mountain ridges surround the valley. A few lonely houses amplify the solitude of this place – only a few people have sustained it. Even our hotel across the street has seen better days. But it’s this simplicity, the endless views, and the peace that captivates us, city people accustomed to comfort, hustle and constriction. Jackson ends up being my favorite part of the tour.