We just got back from a quick, spontaneous road trip to Jackson, Wyoming, to visit family. It was a lovely visit, perfect weather, good conversation. The highlight for me was swimming in crystal clear String Lake with a stunning view of the Tetons.
The first time I went to Jackson was during the summer I turned 18. In fact, that was where I turned 18.
After we had dinner at the Mangy Moose to celebrate, my cousin David, who must have been about 8 at the time, told me he had a present for me. He led us to the ski slope, away from the buildings, and pulled a firework out of his pocket. Then he lit it in my honor.
One of the best presents ever.