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DIAMOND CROSS RANCH

Holding onto heritage in one of the most competitive Rocky Mountain real estate markets is no small feat. But the Diamond Cross has made it work over four generations. Today, Jane Golliher, her husband Grant, and their children host guests from around the globe on what started as a humble homestead.

HUMBLE BEGINNINGS

Anyone who made it homesteading in Jackson Hole had to be determined. The first settlers here were about as rugged as the jutting mountains and rocky soil they staked their lives on. My grandparents, Frederick and Caroline Feuz, were among them.

Fred and Caroline left Switzerland to join relatives who had immigrated to Utah. From there they headed to Driggs, Idaho. Struck by the Tetons’ resemblance to the Alps, my grandfather came over the mountain in 1912. It would be another two years before the town of Jackson was formally incorporated, but most homestead plots had been bought up. Instead, my grandparents moved on 25 miles north to Spread Creek, a seasonal tributary to the Snake River near the base of the Tetons, in Buffalo Valley.

They built a two-bedroom cabin while my grandmother was pregnant with their third child, through the summer months

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