It never fails, but when I drive back to Wyoming or Colorado, I am flooded with an overwhelming amount of intense memories from a childhood that seems, now, ions ago. Childhood memories of hiking and backpacking in various parts of The Wind River Mountain Range, to the time driving through Yellowstone in 1988, when one of the worst forest fires to ever hit the park, destroyed a good chunk of its prestine beauty. However, no matter how much has changed over the course of 30 years time, one thing remains the same: Wyomign will always be HOME. My cousin decided this year that it was time to get us all BACK HOME for, hopefully, either a bi-annual or annual, family reunion. Brad and I decided that we most definitely needed to get that direction so relatives could meet Miss Madelynne, and to spend time with my Grandma. We decided to drive the long, 17 hour trek to the little town of Meeteetsee, as well as stop along the way to visit Yellowstone, Star Valley, and friends in Jackson and
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