A surfing trip through Central America in the 90s. Surf, fresh fish, and bar after bar, but the local charm would wear off, all around were hustlers, pimps, and guns.
Inspired by images of her dad’s Jackson Hole college ski trip, the author heads north to tour the Tetons and tack a few pictures to the family scrapbook.
The music, fresh seafood, and lively landscapes, it is a place where Celtic routes are heralded where the soft and lyrical Irish language echoes from old men in tweed suits sipping tea.
