Take another road to a hiding place
Disappear without a trace
Take another road in another place
On another road in another time
Like another road in another time.
From the song
Take Another Road by Jimmy Buffet, Jay Oliver & Roger Guth
After twenty years away from Wyoming, traveling the world and selling fun in the sun, in the form of Vacation Ownership slathered in coconut suntan lotion and a complimentary Margarita on the rocks salt please. I'm taking another turn and heading back to home.
I grew up in Wyoming, by the time I was in starting college I had experienced a lifetime of world class excursions.
I taught myself to climb first on Union Pacific Trains and trees in the park, later on rock and ice in the BLM and National park Lands.
My first snow boarding experiences involved the Happy Jack ski area west of Vedawoo that had been burned down; no lifts, no lines, no people, just powder and powder and more powder, no grooming the - only lines were mine, made by the Swallowtail snowboard.
My first two mixed climbing excursions were in the Snowy Range to find my lost wallet with $400 from the previous days earlier excursion. I found the wallet on top of Medicine Bow Peak but something was missing, the nylon stitching, lucky for me the pica liked the stitching better than the twenties in bills that evidently his teeth tasted.
My first snow shoeing to cut Christmas trees above Centennial for my family and for people in our church.
My football camps and practices in a cow pasture on BLM land below Centennial.
My first white water rafting on the North Platte, never thought you could dump truck on a river but watched a group of Colorado rafters do it and their entire raft of customers went for a very cold quarter mile swim.
My first wife's dad Ross started Wyoming Waters a Fly Fishing Shop in Cody, hence my Fly fishing firsts to places like Brown Thomas Meadows
First marriage at Buffalo Bills Irma Hotel circa 1902 kudos to Kit Cody, grandson of Bill and Irma.
My father taught at the University for over 40 years: my brother, who followed his path, like Mark Twain following the equator ,is currently the Head of the Math Department and the University of Wyoming the the little town on the plains called Laramie.
Like a barn I was raised in Wyoming, my foundation in Wyoming, my heart in Wyoming. When you're into Wyoming you always reason with the seasons, you cant always be where the weather suits your clothes. I'm not looking back, I'm coming back, I'm looking forward to more world class experiences with the great places, panoramas and people of Wyoming.
