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.
Our national parks are stunning in their own ways, collectively drawing hundreds of millions of visitors each year. Many of them, however, share a trait that many people fail to consider: wonderful small towns.