Wyoming

Wyoming felt like driving through a dream that didn’t quite know how to end—in the best way possible. For hours, it was just us, endless skies, and open roads that seemed to stretch forever. Empty, vast, and kind of magical.
We made many pit stops (note to selves: hydration is great… until it isn’t) and slowly, the scenery began to shift. Flat plains gave way to stunning red and orange canyons, rugged cliffs rising out of nowhere like a surprise from the Earth itself. Wildlife dotted the road’s edges—deer, bison, birds, and then… moose. So many moose. More than 10! (And yes, they do kind of resemble their East Coast cousins, but there were so many more of them. Wyoming moose are clearly extroverts.)
The ranches we passed were straight out of a western movie—fenced horizons, weathered barns, and sunsets that painted the fields gold. We spent a night in Casper, then rolled into Jackson Hole, where we stayed in a cozy hostel that instantly brought back memories of our international travel days. Two nights of bunk beds, shared kitchens, and those nostalgic “who are you and where are you from?” vibes.
And then… the Grand Tetons. We were speechless. Towering and surreal, like they’d been plucked from a postcard and dropped into reality. We couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t take enough photos, couldn’t believe they were real.
The town of Jackson charmed us completely—beautiful shops, local art, cozy cafes. It felt tucked into the landscape like it belonged there, and we wandered through it in that perfect vacation-day haze.
This photo series is a love letter to the wild open spaces, the moose sightings, the mountains that made us feel small, and the water bottle refills that maybe went a little too far.
(these photos come from both Tori and I)