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.
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.
In cities and towns across Wyoming, people see July 4 as a time of fireworks and blowing things up. But one town tops all the rest in the state and perhaps the nation.
I am the oldest baby boomer. By my reckoning, my parents conceived me sometime in June 1945 and I born somewhat early on March 21, 1946.
My recent column about various moose adventures prompted stories from several friends:
For a state with such small population, people with strong Wyoming ties have been in the news lately:
It has been awhile since we updated readers about our most amazing adventure of 2012 – the publishing of the book Wyoming’s 7 Greatest Natural Wonders.