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...

The State of Washington

I chased a setting sun into Washington state, the hanging smoke from the area forest fires making for an unusual sunset, and seeming to hastening the darkness.  I try not to drive too much after dark; I prefer to use the daylight for road scenery and to keep moving,...

Idaho beckons…

In the middle of my sophomore year at Bible college, 1989 Oklahoma City, I’m not sure where it came from, but I was suddenly inspired by Idaho.  It was a late night, balancing work and studies, and I was feeling restless.  I wasn’t inspired by Idaho’s familiarity or...

“Oooh, Montana, Give this child a home…”

I had prepared myself for driving across the great plains; in fact, was looking forward to it as a real American experience.  But when I crossed into Montana, much of my fascination with the flatlands had been already reserved and spent in North Dakota.  Plus, my...