Most Americans don’t live here. Wyoming’s population barely squeaks over 587,000—and that’s only if grizzlies, grey wolves, and good cowdogs are counted in the census.
Visitors come in the summer months, though, when our notorious weather generally behaves itself. Millions of camping, hiking, marshmallow-roasting, trout-fishing, rock-climbing, trail-riding, dude-ranching, cabin-renting, rodeo-cheering, jitterbugging, wildlife-watching, selfie-taking, souvenir-buying, wildflower-picking, mountain-admiring, fossil-hunting, history-buffing sojourners join our ranks.
The influx wildly boosts the local economy, of course. Grouchy locals get something fresh to grump about—traffic—since the usual topics, weather, oil prices, and politics, have grown stale. Most Wyomingites, though, are proud and happy to share our delightful state with the rest of the world—for a little while.
I took these photos yesterday as we hiked near Wagon Box Creek in the Big Horn Mountains.
"The valleys are where I learn how small I am, the mountaintops where I see how great [God] is." ~Roy Rogers