We have this habit — my husband and I — of traveling to a destination with one eye on the possibility of it becoming our next home. It’s a twitch to move where the grass is greener, or the water bluer, or the neighbors farther away. When we now reflect on places we once considered, we realize that we had our finger on the pulse of something big. Tulum, San Miguel de Allende, Costa Rica, Cabo, Montana — the list of “we knew back when” goes on, but instead of going “all in,” we went home.
That is, until Wyoming. Neither of us had ever been there, nor did we know a great deal about the Equality State, other than it was home to national parks and had the lowest population density in the nation.
As a couple who appreciates wide open spaces — and values land over views — we booked a flight to Wyoming. Our plan was to visit Sheridan, Dayton, Gillette and Buffalo.
