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Is this hell?

Or is it Yellowstone?

That was my exact thought as I piloted a small, single engine airplane over the vast expanse of Yellowstone National Park in August of 1988, during the horrible fires that year.

Newcomers might find this hard to believe, but a common form of measurement a few decades ago, when it came to traveling Wyoming’s long distances, was: “How many beers does it take to get there?”

This week marks the 76th memorial anniversary of the worst forest fire disaster in Wyoming history when it came to loss of firefighter lives.

They came from all corners of the country, these folks both young and old, to celebrate a family’s existence over a period of almost 75 years.
 
What possible connection could a bunch of ducks have to do with Wyoming’s current political situation?
 
Well, let me explain.
We have all seen these huge tour buses cruising around the state this summer.  
One of the fun things about writing newspaper columns is speculating on things that sound interesting – but will never happen.
Looking back on a half century of holding jobs, the one job that always appealed to me the most and the one that still makes the most sense in describing me is the job of being a reporter.
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