Tom's Page: My Travels

I haven't dug up the photos from these legs of our odyssey. You'd think once we made it after driving all the way from San Francisco we'd be done but after skiing the usual places in Utah, we longed for the open road. So we packed the truck and headed north. First stop was to take a a look at some gun history by visiting the Browning Museum in Ogden.

Then, deja vu. Want to go to Jackson through Yellowstone? We're a living yellow pages commercial. Yellowstone west entrance is closed in March and just a year before we were presented with a locked gate at the Montana border. We drove through Idaho and crossed into Montana and found... a locked gate. Hey, it's closed again.

This time, instead of turning around, we keep going. After all, we were never in Montana before. The montra of this trip. Went up a little ways and found Big Sky. Even took a guided tour of the mountain. The tour guide aske where we were from. Boston.

Where in Boston?

Near North Station. What an odd way to explain where I live.

Really, I used to work near there.

Where?

Boston Garden.

That doesn't exist anymore. What did you do?

Played hockey.

I wish I could remember his name but I never followed the Briuns too closely. Then again he played some twenty years ago. But it goes to show you, no matter how lost you can get, you always bump into someone from the neighborhood.

After a day at Big Sky we started to make our way to Jackson, back down through Idaho, again. Grand Targhee, let's see what that's about. Good choice. No people. Great mountain.

Then we finally made it into Jackson. There's something about that town I really like and Jackson Hole is a monsterous mountain. It's like two Snowbirds stacked and better it be the last place we ski so we're in some shape to handle it. Unfortunately the next day we had to catch a flight out of Salt Lake so we left the following morning. Nice airport commute.

Made it with an hour to spare. Despite the best attempts of a blizzard on I80 to slow us down. Over 4,000 miles driven. 6 states. 11 ski resorts. 5 National Parks (ok, one was closed). And one hell of a credit card bill. The best trip ever. Slept all the way home.


My Travels Salt Lake City to Salt Lake City via Montana March 21-29, 1998 2003 2002 2001 2000 1997 1996 1994 back top		Wyoming (from a previous trip). I haven't dug up the photos from these legs of our odyssey. You'd think once we made it after driving all the way from San Francisco we'd be done but after skiing the usual places in Utah, we longed for the open road. So we packed the truck and headed north. First stop was to take a a look at some gun history by visiting the Browning Museum in Ogden. Then, deja vu. Want to go to Jackson through Yellowstone? We're a living yellow pages commercial. Yellowstone west entrance is closed in March and just a year before we were presented with a locked gate at the Montana border. We drove through Idaho and crossed into Montana and found... a locked gate. Hey, it's closed again. This time, instead of turning around, we keep going. After all, we were never in Montana before. The montra of this trip. Went up a little ways and found Big Sky. Even took a guided tour of the mountain. The tour guide aske where we were from. Boston. Where in Boston? Near North Station. What an odd way to explain where I live. Really, I used to work near there. Where? Boston Garden. That doesn't exist anymore. What did you do? Played hockey. I wish I could remember his name but I never followed the Briuns too closely. Then again he played some twenty years ago. But it goes to show you, no matter how lost you can get, you always bump into someone from the neighborhood. After a day at Big Sky we started to make our way to Jackson, back down through Idaho, again. Grand Targhee, let's see what that's about. Good choice. No people. Great mountain. Then we finally made it into Jackson. There's something about that town I really like and Jackson Hole is a monsterous mountain. It's like two Snowbirds stacked and better it be the last place we ski so we're in some shape to handle it. Unfortunately the next day we had to catch a flight out of Salt Lake so we left the following morning. Nice airport commute. Made it with an hour to spare. Despite the best attempts of a blizzard on I80 to slow us down. Over 4,000 miles driven. 6 states. 11 ski resorts. 5 National Parks (ok, one was closed). And one hell of a credit card bill. The best trip ever. Slept all the way home.