The Three Brothers
Mountains remember what towns forget.
Refuge can be found in the vast silence of the Tetons and the raw beauty of the high country. Wyoming offered the landscape I craved—soaring peaks, dense sun, the kind of space that makes you small. The town of Jackson Hole is just a place of respite, and one that felt like a performance. Something like a curated Wild West fantasy that erased the original history and land and people who occupied it.
