Scoops & Antlers: A Jackson Ramble

#springitinerary Jackson’s bright blue sky framed cobblestone streets buzzing with a chill vibe. Waffle cone scent tangled with piney air as I dug into a huckleberry cone, sweet drips racing my steps past old-timey boardwalks. Quirky shops overflowed with cowboy gear—Stetsons, belt buckles, and turquoise bling perfect for pretending you’re a rancher. Laughter spilled from a pub porch where IPA fans clinked glasses. Spoons clinked on milkshake glasses at an old-school soda joint. Then—the antler arch! Hundreds of elk sheds twisted into this crazy gateway at the square. Each bleached tine proof that elk drop their bling every spring. I touched the smooth bones, imagining bulls strutting through wildflower meadows. Somewhere, spurs jingled in a shop. Back at the ice cream spot, folks swapped road trip stories between licks. Jackson’s magic? Adventure around every corner, and ice cream melting just slow enough.