When I was about 10 years old, my family piled into our 1997 Ford F-250 with a 1,000-pound camper on the back of it and took off to Yellowstone. To this day, I remember driving through the national park and thinking “wow, I could totally live in Wyoming.”
About eight years later, I remembered that trip when I chose to go to University of Wyoming. I thought it would be great to go to school in the shadow of the great Teton Mountains.
But when my plane landed in Laramie for the first time, I noticed it looked just a little bit different than Yellowstone.
“Not a whole lot of trees,” U...
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