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Wyoming

A Pony Express stop for our time

In sunshine or darkness, good weather or bad, whether I’m wide awake or dead tired, the most beautiful roadside sight for me is a sign that says WE NEVER CLOSE.

Scenic and historic wonders sprout near Interstate 80 in Wyoming.

 

A small but dependable pleasure of travel is encountering such blazons of civic pride as “Welcome to the City of Cheese, Chairs, Children, and Churches!”

Stephen Vincent Benét confessed that he had fallen in love with American placenames, and George R.

THE MOVIES, THE WARS, AND THE TEAPOT DOME: A journey of a hundred miles on a Wyoming interstate turns up the true stories behind the powerful Western myths.

My wife and I are on the inter-state, headed north toward Johnson County, Wyoming.

The Wyoming photographer Joseph Stimson proudly portrayed his region in the years when it was emerging from it rude frontier beginnings.

In a career lasting almost 60 years, Joseph Stimson promoted Wyoming and other Western states in strong and spirited photographs.

One day in 1869 the gentlemen of the territorial legislature amused themselves by enacting the first woman-suffrage law. They trusted in a veto from the governor

Chief Washakie earned his battle scars in the service of the Great White Father, who—for once at least—kept faith with an Indian

Legend says the frontier was “hell on women,” but the ladies claim they had the time of their lives

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