As travelers, we can sometimes feel like the world is busy thinking up cruel new ways to take away our stuff—Hand over the moisturizer, ma’am!—which is why I’ve learned to relish the freebies that get thrown my way on a trip.
It’s beautiful and eerie. Kind of like a distant foghorn, or someone playing a cello, or maybe the approach of an alien spaceship. Making the Kelso Dunes sing has to be one of the most exhilarating things one can do on a pile of sand.
About a dozen of us were there for Grand Teton Lodge Company Historian Mary McKinney’s weekly tour of the lodge’s art collection. The Jackson Lake Lodge tour isn’t the only one McKinney does. And the print article keeps those tours a secret.
I moved to Jackson with the intention of staying for one year, then returning to the “real world” to begin law school. I can recall the exact moment during my second week as a Wyoming resident that I knew for sure there was no way a year would be enough time.
My parents visit my home in Jackson at least once a year. Because my father believes Wyoming winters to be the direct work of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, they inevitably arrive during the summer months.
A Shoshone elder and one of the most respected and collected contemporary bead workers in the West, Laine Thom is unassuming . . . at least until he gets going about his charges at the Colter Bay Indian Arts Museum.