I have traveled to many lands but nowhere have I seen the landscape change as rapidly or as often as it did on our road trip through Wyoming. I see the Tetons in the rear view now, white peaks contrasting against blue sky, as the highway winds downward into flatter lands formed of earth as red as Georgia clay. We drive into DuBois, a true … Continue reading Heading West: Being and nothingness
We drive out of Yellowstone through the south gate. For a few moments, the drive seems, well, boring compared to the visual feast that was before us all day long. But then, the highway bends and offers a glimpse of the peaks that form the Grand Tetons. Jagged mountains that rise a mile high from the ground, like gothic cathedrals reaching skyward. We check into … Continue reading Heading West: Grand Tetons
We drive into Yellowstone on winding roads between towering snow banks. The east entrance will close at 10 a.m., we are told, because of the risk of avalanches. I stare upward at the white slopes and wonder when they might come crashing down. I grew up hearing about Yellowstone but somehow, I never made it out here. Then in 2009, I wrote a story for … Continue reading Heading West: Yellowstone
We leave Deirdre’s house early in the morning. We have a long way to go. We drive up Interstate 25, stop in Buffalo and then, Sheridan. It’s Memorial Day and the town is shut down. Even the J.C. Penney is closed. There’s a steady drizzle and I keep hoping that any moment, the sun will poke through the clouds. But not looking good today. We … Continue reading Heading West: Winter in June and Buffalo Bill
<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 20 0px; height: 150px;” src=”http://evilreporterchick.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/deirdre32.jpg?w=300″ border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616037014890889698″ />We meet Deirdre Stoelze Graves in Casper on a day when the clouds have given way to sun for a few moments and the wind is blowing like it always does in Wyoming. Deirdre came out here many years ago to get away from it all on the East coast. She … Continue reading Heading West: Deirdre and her cowboy
From Denver airport, we drive to Steamboat Springs — a place that is as pretty as its name sounds. The slopes are closed for the summer but plenty of people are still around. As is the snow atop the mountains. On this day, everyone is excited about the sun. It’s the first day in a while that the wet stuff has stopped, the clouds have … Continue reading Wild West: first stop
