Wyoming is wild. Beautiful, stark and empty in many places, I imagine the people settling here fell in love with it and made it work.
I went to Jackson Hole the summer I turned 16 with Randi. It opened my eyes to how vast and different America could be. I haven't been in Wyoming in a long time...
We only spent time in RockSprings : so friendly and easy going, nestled in the hills... And Laramie for an afternoon to buy hats and have lunch. Lots of pick- ups and the colors are almost muted here- maybe because we are so high: less oxygen? At one pt we were at 7000 feet. Finn said it was " quite cowboyish". Nebraska next... Oh Nebraska, I apologize for dreading you.
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