A Wild West Respite
This post was originally posted July 2013.
My blog is about our travels, adventures and mishaps in Europe, it is where we live and it is why I've named the blog Out and About in Europe. But, I am going to take a pause from Europe to share our summer travels in the United States. We didn't go any place fancy; we stayed with family or friends and we didn't see anything spectacular like the Eiffel Tower or Parthenon. Instead, I took my children home to the areas I grew up visiting, areas familiar and comfortable to me.
We flew into Salt Lake City, Utah and immediately drove to Cokeville, Wyoming, a small ranching town where my father was born and my parents have semi-retired. Cokeville is in the south west corner of the state and if you are headed to Jackson Hole or Yellow Stone you will drive right through it on Hwy 89.
This photo is a reflection I caught in the side mirror of the truck I was driving.Eden fell asleep, so in the quite moments of that drive I realized how familiar the drive felt to me despite not having lived in the West for the last 13 years. The undulating two lane road, the sage brush, and the log cabins all seemed to welcome me home.
I have driven past this pioneer cabin my entire life. I finally stopped to photograph it.I am not from Wyoming, I did not grow up in Cokeville. It was my father's home town and it is where my grandparents lived. As a child I did not enjoy going there, Cokeville was so boring! No swimming pool, no movie theater, they barely had a grocery store! My grandmother's two bedroom home was hardly big enough for our 8 person family, so our days were spent outside putting pennies on the railroad tracts, floating make shift boats in the irrigation canal or up at Pine Creek (pronounced Crick).
It is funny how our perspective changes when we "grow up." Cokeville still doesn't have a swimming pool or movie theater, but it is far from boring. Tranquil, yes, slow paced, yes, and just exactly what I want when I am there. Now I am taking my children to grandma's. We have a few more toys, grandpa has four-wheelers and fishing rods, and grandma is always up for a drive, but the essence is the same. You have to get out of the house and breathe the fresh air to appreciate the vast beauty of the sage brush covered hills.