So there we were, driving the most popular vehicle among what seemed like 25,000 cars and trucks stopped in a massive Southern California traffic jam.
Our most recent Wyoming book was so successful and so much fun that we are now planning on doing another one in 2014.
God bless Wyoming and keep it wild. – Last diary entry by 15-year old Helen Mettler in 1925.
Based on somenews stories there is no shortage of “wild” events occurring around Wyoming in recent months that have caught my attention. Four come to mind:
Santa Claus retired. The Easter Bunny went AWOL. And the Grinch has officially wiped out the financial Christmas being anticipated by members of Wyoming’s advertising media in 2014.
Ever since most of Wyoming got pelted with that first snowstorm in September, I have been itching to get to a warmer climate.
On Dec. 30, we climbed into our nine-year old motorhome (aptly named FollowMyNose) and started our slog southward.
Today’s Wyoming is not your grandfather’s Wyoming. Or even your father’s Wyoming.
There are many groups of people in Wyoming who could use a little nudge of assistance at this time of year. Two types that come to mind are the under-employed and the unemployed.
Last week we celebrated my wife’s birthday by installing a new furnace in the house. I even put a red bow on it.
She was not impressed.
“Books and booze,” is how one of my coffee buddies answered, when I asked his ideas for the perfect Wyoming-oriented Christmas gifts.
Just about everybody who was alive in America in the last 40 years can remember a pivotal life event that occurred on Nov 22, a half century ago.
Where were you when President John Kennedy was killed?
My story is somewhat unique and so are many others.
Having breakfast with Liz Cheney recently and listening to her at our Rotary Club got me thinking about this unprecedented Republican U. S. Senate primary race going on in Wyoming.
The boys down at the coffee shop were in a grumpy mood earlier on this day. They had just endured their fourth heavy wet snowstorm. And it was just Oct. 28!
The whole concept of what a lighthouse is and can mean has always been a big deal to me.
After 33 years of one cold case and 16 years for the other, it has always been easy to believe that some unsolved disappearances will just never be explained.
From land and from the air, the outline of Devils Tower can be seen from a long way off.
In the early 1980s, I owned a newspaper in Spearfish, S. D., and flew a private plane across Wyoming taking care of business there.
It is almost stunning to see how healthy Dick Cheney looks the first time you see him with his new heart.
For decades, Wyoming has basked in the glory of being the country’s “energy breadbasket.”
One of Wyoming’s retired Speakers of the House said the following:
Wyoming has had some great slogans and logos over the years. Its image of the bucking horse is one of best-known logos in the country.
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.