Wyoming. Ah, the land of nothing.
And I really do mean nothing, other than wind. Welcome to the wild, wild west. My homeland.
My driveway is 1/4 mile long, and my home sits of 50 acres of expansive prairie. “Neighbor” is a relative term around here. There’s at least half a mile between us and other families.
Growing up was fun in a place with nothing to do. We don’t really have night life here. It makes me appreciate the options Orlando has to offer, that’s for sure!
However, it’s nice to visit, especially on my nice cushy four-day weekend, thanks to the end of our first culinary module. Despite plane delays and highly awkward passenger situations, I made it home again.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go drink fresh well water and stare out over the prairie, feeling the wind in my hair and enjoying the 6,062 ft altitude. In case any of that interests you in the slightest, here’s a little ‘Home Away From Home: Wyoming Style’ photo collage to get you by.