You Can’t Drink the Water
Jun 04, 2020
4 minutes
KELLE GROOM
WHEN I ARRIVE in Wyoming, it’s green. High plains at the foot of the Bighorn Mountains. Hills, a rocky summit knife-flat, but wreathed like a crown. For two years, I’ve been traveling to places I’ve never been before, where I know no one. Trying to understand what home is, where it is. Is home the place you left, or the place you are now?
I’ve been invited to spend June at an artists’ residency on a peaceful twenty-thousand-acre cattle ranch in the majestic, wide-open setting of northeastern Wyoming. I want to hike, but talk of bears, lightning strikes,. When I ask why she moved here, she says she’d wanted a new start.
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