A Trip to Wydaho for the Win
The fluorescent pink alpenglow illuminating the tips of the Tetons made it hard to focus on the winding road that lay ahead as I drove through Eastern Idaho towards the Wyoming border. The weather forecast indicated a storm was on the horizon, but when I arrived in the small town of Victor, Idaho, all I felt was a warm breeze. “You might have timed this trip perfectly,” said my old friend and host for the next few days as we sat down at Guidepost Brewing. With an unusually slow start to the winter and below-average snow totals for November and December, that was exactly the reassurance I needed. As I witnessed the following day, winter can turn on at a moment’s notice around these parts.
Think you can’t ride a bike in the snow?
In first grade at St. Pius X School, Sister Thomas gave my class a free period each week to reflect upon our sins. Inspired by a library book about sea animals, I sometimes spent it daydreaming about riding a walrus, which I admired for its immensity and the fact it could swim faster than cars were allowed to drive in my neighborhood. It conjured a feeling that was equal parts ponderous and agile; atop a walrus, I would be nimble among obstacles, yet able to plow through anything unavoidable.
Residents of Tiny Wyoming Town Enjoy Isolation
“Where in the world is Alta, Wyoming?” a map in the town’s schoolhouse hallway asks.