Six Generations of First Born Women

The east entrance to Yellowstone is 52 miles from Cody. The legend of Buffalo Bill, cowboys and Indians, and RG's brothers and sister awaited me there. RG's mom was driving and we would take turns in the passenger seat with her dachshund, Snuffleupagus. We were on a highway but it was empty (by a... Sign in to see full entry.

We are headed for Cody, Wyoming and RG's 20th high school reunion. Neither of us drive or have a license or own a car or have ever owned a car, so we are dependent on his family's good will. Luckily his mom loves to gallivant around. She was still an avid snowmobiler and would drive anywhere at the... Sign in to see full entry.

By the time Leonard and RG's mom arrive we are dressed and looking perfectly normal. They are excited about taking us on the long drive around Flaming Gorge and down to the dam which they tell us is a spectacular feat of engineering. We all pile into Leonard's car, mom and the dog in the front,... Sign in to see full entry.

We pull into the driveway at RG's mom's house in Rock Springs. Exhaustion has finally hit. I'm introduced to her 4th husband, Leonard. He's a nice looking man. He reminds me of my dad. He's also in the car biz - he owns an auto dealership. The sleeping accommodations are discussed and Leonard... Sign in to see full entry.

Denver, as a city, was unimpressive. When you're born in NYC and live in Boston you have a benchmark by which other cities are judged. Denver did not make the cut. Luckily we didn't have to hang out there very long. Our bus to Rock Springs, Wyoming, via Cheyenne was due to leave in a few hours. I... Sign in to see full entry.