Jackson, Wyoming, Wyoming
It may sound silly, but when we rolled along the gorgeous stretch of highway that led us into Wyoming, everything felt different than the rest of our travels. We had entered the great frontier of the West, and the rolling hills of green against a backdrop of the bluest sky we'd ever seen was practically breathing the history of America. It truly left us breathless. All we could see for miles and miles, was rolling hills and puffy white clouds that looked like you...