Heading West: Being and nothingness
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…
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…
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.…
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…
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…
<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; 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…
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…