From Thermopolis I drove a few hours to Dubois, Wyoming. After dinner at The Fluffy Cow inside the oldest bar in Dubois, I went to bed near the headwaters of the Wind River after a great day. The next morning, June 3rd, I awoke to fresh wet snow blanketing my car and the road. I only mention this because, from Dubois, the road to Jackson goes over Togowtee Pass. The drive was a bit sporty in spots, but only a half-hour behind schedule I pulled into Jackson, where I then turned west to drive over Teton Pass into Victor, Idaho, then up and over Pine Creek Pass, descending into the Swan Valley to the impeccable South Fork Lodge, all before 10am.
South Fork Lodge was full, but the staff was able to show me around while the guests were out fishing. The lodge is one of the finest sporting lodges in the world. Every detail is thoughtful and clean (there is no dust on the light fixtures anywhere). From the lobby that smells like wood smoke, old books, and fine leather, to the comfortable guest rooms, to the well-stocked fly shop, the entire property is impressive. The staff there pride themselves on offering their guests a zero-concern, high-end experience from the moment they walk through the doors, and it shows. The lodge is owned and operated by RIO Ambassador Oliver White, and after my tour Oliver and I sat down in the Machete Bar to discuss his operation and his vision for the future. As we were nearing the end of our conversation Oliver looked over and said, “You should see this place full of guests. It is a great vibe. Why don’t you come for dinner tonight as my guest?” Now, I am not really the type to be star struck, but I do naturally get intimidated by the “fly fishing famous” people I meet along the way. After waffling about it for a while I decided to get past my own insecurities and accept. The simple truth is, when Oliver White invites you to dinner at South Fork Lodge, you go.
He was right, the lodge had a different life full of guests, and the vibe was very welcoming and comfortable. Oliver and his staff were warm and generous, and it was fascinating to watch them work. The staff at South Fork Lodge put on a clinic in hospitality, no drink went unchecked, the fire never burned out, plates and glassware were cleared quickly, napkins were refreshed, all the things. Oliver and I had an amazing three-course dinner on the patio overlooking the South Fork of the Snake River. Anglers floated by while we talked about fly fishing, the business of fly fishing, and life in general. It was one of the most interesting and inspiring dinners I have ever been invited to.