We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
~T.S. Eliot
1,264 miles and I made it!
...and 37 years later I got back to me and where I began this crazy beautiful journey of mine.
Riverton, Wyoming.
I was disappointed to find out the hospital I was born in had been torn down...but without an address and just a memory, my mom found the very first house I ever called home. 511 Fremont St.
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Once I have a chance to process and really take in my adventure I will share more, but for now I'll leave you with a couple of pictures from the final week:
The Tetons...I wish the picture did them justice.
Yellowstone...the surface of a planet!
When I was a kid I thought Old Faithful was cool, but as an adult I have a much deeper appreciation for the natural process and occurrence of it all.
My own personal sag wagon joined me for the final Wyoming leg of my trip...its like having a grocery store and all you can eat buffet in the back of the car...rad! And bell hops that carry all the gear!
Too bad the sag wagon can't make the swamp ass disappear...at least I'm still smiling!
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