I’m a little nervous. How do I capture the essence of my hometown in a hashcapade? Is it possible? The answer is illusory at best as I think about my formative years spent in Casper, Wyoming. But then, the panorama behind my childhood home gently reminds me, symbolizing the spirit of my youth – Casper Mountain. I spent hour upon hour in the prairie at its base riding bikes, catching horny-toads, hiking, chasing antelope (no contest there) and imagining my future. The mountain served as a landmark, protector and endless source of recreation.
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| Casper Mountain |