Over the years I have made a gazillion trips to the western states. I was introduced to the Rocky Mountains while at Army Reserve summer camp just outside Denver, Colorado. My wife flew out to join me for the weekend and we drove up to the top of Mount Evans. After that trip I was hooked forever.
In subsequent years we hit every single western state, some many times. The one that always seems to be at the top of our list, though, is Wyoming. Our growing family stayed in the Jackson, Wyoming area during many summers rafting rivers, riding horses and watching rodeos, In winters we returned to ski down mountains and to snow-cat through frigid Yellowstone.
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