The other day I heard a PSA on the radio. Now, keep in mind, I live in Wyoming. Our Public Service Announcements probably sound a little different than yours. But this little Wyoming PSA was focused on ice-fishing. More specific, what to do if an unlucky fisher fishes on thin ice and falls in. I have never been ice fishing and it is not even remotely on my bucket list of things I need to do before I die to feel accomplished. But I listened to the steps anyway. Continue reading
There is a place called Brown’s Park that encompasses northwestern Colorado, southern Wyoming, and northeastern Utah. The history of it is replete with Native Americans, early 20th century outlaws (Butch Cassidy), cattle rustlers, cattle barons, homesteaders, and miners. Mixed in all that history happens to be some of my family history. My mom’s ancestors once lived in in Brown’s Park (nee Hole). Her grandma once danced with Butch Cassidy. Continue reading
When you live in the land of perfect sunsets, you feel an obligation to share captured moments. Continue reading
In April I paid off my car. What a great feeling! Continue reading
It takes a special kind of person to live in Wyoming. That special soul that doesn’t need the four traditional seasons. The type of person that says, winter and one month of summer is enough for me. Continue reading
Last year I went to Ogden, Utah in November. The roads were a little wintry when I traveled home and I decided never to travel that stretch of road again during winter. And I didn’t. At least, I didn’t again last winter. Imagine my surprise when I realized I planned a trip on the same road at almost the exact time this year.
That’s what you call poor planning.
Due to being stuck in Utah over Mother’s Day weekend last year, I signed up for email alerts from Wyoming’s Department of Transportation. You may wonder why and if you are currently wondering then I know you’ve never traveled in Wyoming before. Have you?
It was Lyn’s idea to begin with. “We need to take a road trip,” she said in July. “Maybe up to the park or somewhere in September.”
We took a look at our calendars. As luck would have it, I was available for exactly two weekends and so was she. But the opposite weekends. So, we settled for a plan B during Labor Day weekend.