The 'Next Aspen': Part IV
Jackson Hole, Wyoming: ‘Every Town Has its Song’
By David Frey, 1-01-08
| A vintage Jackson bar photo. | |
Jackson Hole, Wyo., has tried hard to cling to its Western heritage, even as it becomes an international playground for the super-wealthy. Boardwalks still line the streets and echo with a satisfying thud under foot. The downtown is lined with Old West facades, even if national retailers like Eddie Bauer and Coldwater Creek lie inside.
Jackson, though, is a place that has struggled as much as any Western resort town with the price of popularity. As I travel the Rockies in search of the "next Aspen," it's hard to find a better contender than this A-list cow town of multi-millionaires.
If there is a place where the threads of Jackson come together, it’s the Silver Dollar Bar, where residents – some in cowboy hats and handlebar moustaches, some in puffy ski jackets – find common ground. This place has a Western feel it has nurtured since it was built in the Wort Hotel in 1950. Around me, in the shadow of the bar studded with 2,032 inlaid silver dollars, I hear conversations about football at one table, photovoltaics at another.
In a town of ranchers, ski bums and billionaires, finding a place where everyone can sit down together is a feat.
“Our bar is filled with the same people almost every night of the week sometimes,” says Janelle Johnson, the grill manager. “We’ve got a lot of cowboys who come in. We’ve got local snowboarders. We’ve got a lot of people who work locally in town. It’s kind of a meeting place, and that’s what it’s always been, ever since the Wort brothers ran it. It was a social hub of the community. We’ve tried to always keep that environment.”
| Christmas lights go up in Jackson. | |
“Pretty much every place can agree that they don’t want to be Aspen or Jackson,” says Jonathan Schechter, executive director of the Charture Institute, a think tank that has worked to preserve the town’s character, partly by dissecting it.
“I’d maintain you are very much at the risk of losing those characteristics that can’t be monetized, like the character and feel of a place,” Schechter says.
How do you put a value on those Old West storefronts or the elk antler arches at the entrances to Town Square? What’s the value of the toothy grin of the Tetons stretching past town, or the wilds of Yellowstone National Park a short drive away? What’s the price tag on the moose I watch as it plows through fresh snow on Teton Pass or the herd of elk lazing in the National Elk Refuge? How much is it worth to have a community of artists, or cowboys, or locally-owned businesses?
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David Frey's off-season journey through some of the Rockies’ premier ski resort towns took him in search of the "next Aspen," whatever that might mean. "Aspenization" is seen as either a blessing or a curse in ski towns and in this five-part series, David sets out to find out which is which in Western towns that, along with their neighbors, have undergone some of the most dramatic recent changes in the West. As David points out in Part I of the series, these communities also serve as bellwethers as more and more towns become caught up in an economy based less on traditional resources than on lifestyle. It’s not even about skiing anymore. It is about people seeking out a corner of the West that calls to them. Click below to catch up with the other parts of the series... |
“The decisions a community makes about itself can be no better than its understanding of itself,” Schechter writes.
Never mind filling potholes or fixing streetlights. Among the town’s priorities is preserving Jackson’s character, from rodeos to friendly waves on the street.
Schechter calls these and similar areas PEAS – Places of Ecological and Aesthetic Significance. The top 42 PEAS – resort towns and national park gateways – grew twice as fast as the rest of the country, he says, a pace that threatens to destroy the very qualities that attracted people there to begin with. It’s their uniqueness that makes them special, he argues. Lose that and you lose your most valuable asset.
“These communities are essentially luxury goods that are facing commoditization pressures,” he says. “The more that they can do to sustain their unique qualities, the more successful they can be in the long run. They need to understand what are the qualities that make them distinctive.”
Or as Jackson musicians Anne and Pete Sibley put it, “Every town has its song.”
High school sweethearts from Redding, Conn., the Sibleys came to Jackson eight years ago, and they credit the unique town with allowing them to make a living as a folk duo, something they might not be able to do in most towns. It’s not just the resort environment giving them venues for their music. They live in a comfortable Victorian-style home that is part of the county's affordable housing program. Since officials saw a growing housing problem for the town’s workforce, they created 819 units – 361 ownership units, 458 rentals.
| Anne and Pete Sibley. | |
“We were quickly priced out of going over the pass,” Pete says.
Anne worked as a children’s librarian. Pete ran a nonprofit, the Teton Sustainability Project. They landed a deed-restricted home, and that gave them the security to launch what has become a successful music career, with Pete on banjo, Anne on guitar. They have a child on the way.
“Affordable housing feels important to us, just because it gave us an opportunity to be part of the community,” he says. “We’d like to think we’re bringing something positive to the community.”
Community is important to the Sibleys, who find Jackson appealing more for its tight-knit ties than its powder days. In one of their recent songs they pose the question: “Every town has its song/ Even when the memory is gone/ Will I find where I belong?”
They seem to have answered that question for themselves. Many, though, worry about how to hold on to that sense of community as more and more workers live farther and farther away. More than a third of Teton County’s workers commute from elsewhere, estimates the Jackson Hole Community Housing Trust, which builds and advocates for more affordable housing. That’s up from 14 percent in 1990. Among the commuters are 58 percent of the police force and 70 percent of the sheriff’s department. The average fire and emergency response time is three times the national average. Town leaders, including Mayor Mark Barron, call it a crisis.
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“I don’t know anyone, with very few exceptions, that have come to Jackson in the past five years that have been able to buy a home here,” says Johnson, the Silver Dollar grill manager. “If you want to make a family here, you’re either going to be commuting from the surrounding areas or you’re going to be renting.”
Johnson counts herself lucky. She rents a place just three blocks from where she works. “I considered commuting when I first moved here. I just didn’t want to drive over the pass,” she says.
A three-year resident who, like many, came for the winter and couldn’t bring herself to leave, she says she’s thinking about buying land now. That will mean Idaho. And that will mean commuting.
“So many people have vacation homes here, and the prices are exorbitant,” she says.
There’s nothing really new about it, Schechter insists. A generation ago, it was skiers displacing the oldtimers. Now, it’s a wave of lifestyle refugees – moneyed classes looking for the next great place –who are driving housing prices out of reach.
“Resort communities are those places that are the boundary between the human environment and the natural environment,” Schechter says. “My feeling is, if these resort communities can figure out a way to make it there while at the same time allowing the natural environment to thrive, we as a species have a model in figuring out how to make it.”
That’s a big responsibility for a small town, but for communities pinned between natural splendor and international real estate pressure, it’s a dilemma they’ve found themselves forced to wrestle with.
This is the fourth installment of a five-part series on NewWest.Net in which David Frey travels across the West to explore the idea and the whereabouts of the "next Aspen," in every sense of the phrase. Check back each day for the coming installments. Up next: Aspen Colo.: Devil or Guardian Angel?
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Comments
The big catalyst for change between then and now, of course, came in the next couple of years when the airport runways were lengthened (over vehement local objections) to permit jet landings. Before that, you could hop a prop to Denver or Salt Lake, and that was basically about it by air. The introduction of jets brought non-stops from the nation's big cities, and encouraged the wealthy to start buying second homes in the valley because it was suddenly so much more accessible. Then came fast food. Then came discount stores. Then came retail chains. Then came serious real estate appreciation. Then came my exit.
Jackson is still one of the most fantastic spots on the face of the earth. But the differences between it and Aspen disappeared long ago.
So the winter New West discussion and interest in development, mega McMansions, pilgrims changing the landscape, the pained cries to preserve the Polaroid of the New West "the way it was...that way it is..", all resonate daily in comments. I am reading this Ivan Doig discussion of winter in the Puget Sound country, with Doig trying to see the parallels between life as reported in the diaries of James Gilchrist Swan in the 1850-1880 period, and Doig's life in the 1990s. Mostly it is pained loss expressed in print, as life on the frontier moves on: the frontier of 19th Cape Flattery and the agrarian 20th century Montana from Doig's viewpoint and Swan's diary expressions.
A line caught my eye this afternoon in the book "Winter Brothers." Doig notes: "Preach as we may in our own backyards, cottagers do not often sway a society's fiscal ideology." (page 141 in my paperback printing).
That said, I certainly don't deny the difficulty many have in making a home here. I was lucky to get in when I did, but I can see the changes and anticipate a time when the community isn't the same community I fell in love with when I first came here. That will be the real sign that we have become "Aspenized."
Crested Butte fought the proposed expansion of CBMR onto Snodgrass Mountain, as much in fear of Aspenization as in resentment of the Calloway/Walton owners. Back in the mid-90s, the fear was that the billionaires would push the millionaires out -- a dominoe fall from Aspen to Telluride to Crested Butte.
I think theres a tendency in every resort town, for the last one in to want to close the doors and not let anyone in who might make the lines for the ski lift or coffee shop or bar any longer.
Aspenization, like pornography, is in the mind of the beholder, and is closely linked with how difficult/expensive it is to live there. If you can afford to live in X town, it isn't Aspenized. If you can't afford to live in X town, it is.
It's not that second homeowners and early retitrees and other persons of wealth are bad people: many are as nice as the locals and cherish what we found here as much as we did. But bringing an entourage through the eye of the needle into our little paradises remains as problematic as ever since wealth is attended to by its own train of baggage and not at all compatible with diversity or "messy vitality."
We are all temps on this planet. Wishing and hoping that our little towns will remain as we found them won't get the job done. Not many of us who own little houses that have grown to big value are planning on leaving them with a deed restriction that says locals only, ski bums only or artists preferred.
I admire the efforts other resorts have made to preserve their communities and hope Aspen's experience will be seen for what it is, a sometimes heroic, not always effective fight to balance the needs of the community against the desires of the market place for mono cultures of the affluent served by imported masses of labor. We, like our sister and brother cities, are up to the challenge.
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