Wyoming: Wonders and Wrangling

I crossed into Wyoming from Idaho on a Saturday night, hoping to get to Jackson in time to get a taste of the “night life”.  When I pulled into the main square that’s adorned with arches made out of antlers, I immediately spotted (or rather was struck by) what looked...

Idaho, the warmest of welcomes.

When I passed through the northern panhandle of Idaho a few weeks previous, it didn’t make that great of an impression.  There was no “Welcome to Idaho” sign on the interstate, and while the towns and national forests I passed through were pleasant, they were not...

A “Bend” in the Oregon Trail: Eastward

During my travels, I’ve compared a lot of things to Asheville; not so much as a standard I hold other cities and towns up to, but more as my own measure of how I’d like to spend my time.  As I enter a city that I’m not familiar with, I might say to myself, what side...