{Where the wedding was located, right in front of the lake}

I went to Wyoming once when I was a kid and remember thinking how breathtakingly beautiful it was. On this trip we passed such a variety of terrain as we were driving. There were sparse mountains and lots of sagebrush and then mountains covered in trees. We saw beehives as we were driving and my Grandma and I talked about sage honey. There were beautiful rock formations. My favorites were the ones that were red in color. Some parts reminded me of Utah and some parts reminded me of Colorado. The most beautiful part of Wyoming that I saw, though, was the location where the wedding was held. That was such a special place and I’ll remember it forever. Don’t worry: stories soon. (It’s just so long, it’s amazing how much can happen in a matter of days.)