The months of May and June turns Jackson Hole into a ghost town. It’s a sort of a purgatory of seasons, the grip of winter is loose but summer is far from taking hold. The weather is a roller coaster riding through the four seasons in a single day. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve put away my winter gear, pulled out my bikes only to unpack my board and hang the bikes back up to ride late season pow. Many people leave, tourists are non existing and the true locals can have their home to themselves. The coffee shops are full of amateur weather forecasters sipping from their cups anticipating summer and reveling over winter. I’ve learned to look past the gloomy rainy days and head up high. I’ve had good luck finding powder well into June.
On one of those days I hooked up with Adam Dowel for a trip up north to shred some late season goods…
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