Back in time

The crew desk called me last night to give me my assignment. The scheduler gave me the trip number and I got excited for a second because that number, 5918, usually refers to an international trip.
- You're laying over in J.A.C., he said. Where's that, Jacksonville?
- Uh no; Jacksonville is J.A.X.
- Then I don't know where you're going. Good night.
I didn't know where JAC was but I was pretty sure that wasn't an international destination. After I checked my schedule, I found out I was spending the night in Jackson, WY. Great. I don't know what is going on but lately I've been going to all those little towns that I've never been to or sometimes even heard of in 12 years of flying. Buffalo, NY; Providence, RI; Harrisburg, PA; Jackson, WY... I really wasn't looking forward to this trip. To wake up at 4am to drive to LAX and work five flights to end up in some town in Wyoming. I don't even know if I've ever been to Wyoming before.
On my first flight one of my coworkers looked at my trip and said: "Oh you're going to Jackson Hole". It turns out Jackson and Jackson Hole are one and the same. You learn something everyday.
We finally landed in Jackson Hole around 9pm. The sun had set but it was still clear enough to see that we are surrounded by mountains. It actually looks really beautiful. After driving for about 20 minutes in what seems to be the middle of nowhere, we reach the town of Jackson. I feel like I'm in a western. The town looks like it hasn't changed since the 1800s except maybe for electricity. I'm expecting cowboys on horses to appear in front of us. From what I can see now that night has fallen, it is and "interesting" place.
We reached the hotel and as soon as I got to my room, I went online to look up Jackson Hole. I found out that we are actually in the middle of a National Park, south of Yellowstone. Now I can't wait for tomorrow to see more. I don't leave until the afternoon, so I'll have a few hours to explore. To be continued...