By Dina Mishev
|Tiny towns are common in the least populated state in the country.|
Wherever I am — Nepal, Kosrae, Elko, San Francisco -— whatever I’m there for –—climbing, hunting for lost pirate treasure, skiing, visiting family -— as soon as it comes out that I’m a visitor, the first question is always the same: “Where are you visiting from?”
If there’s a better answer to that question than, “Wyoming,” I have yet to discover it. Talk about a conversation starter. It seems most everyone in the Western world knows of Wyoming, despite our tiny population and lack of big cities. And they all love it, even if they haven’t been there.
I once read that Steve McQueen brought fiancé Ali McGraw to Cheyenne on the train from Denver to get married because he knew their wedding would be news. He wanted the dateline to read “Cheyenne” instead of “Denver.” Evidently, Denver was just too, well, pedestrian and uninteresting. I get it.
After graduating from college, I could have moved to any number of ski towns. Aspen has cachet. Whitefish is cool because it’s in Montana, where beautiful movies like “A River Runs Through It” were filmed. Vail is huge. But I settled on Jackson.