Big Sky Country

Rebecca and I agree: there's a reason they call it Big Sky Country. But to get to Big Sky Country (which is actually Montana, I know, but we're not there and the big sky doesn't stop at the state line,) you have to drive through the Bee Hive State.
Hands up, class! How many of you knew Utah was the Bee Hive State, and how many know why?
It was the perfect combination of factors: Rebecca won two round trip tickets on Southwest Airlines, Mark has a convention in Las Vegas, and Mark had never been to the Grand Tetons, Yellowstone Park or Wyoming or Montana.
We're off on another.
The crowded but on-time airline didn't lose our luggage and we made it to Salt Lake City. Then we drove for 4 1/2 hours to Jackson, Wyoming, through some of the most beautiful country in the US.
The pictures tell the story, even the part about the Wyoming State Trooper who gave Mark a warning about going over the 55 mph speed limit.
I was relieved this morning to see that not only does the Albertson's next door to the hotel have a Starbuck's (roughing it has its limits,) but also sells bear spray. If they are selling that stuff in the supermarkets, then a prudent person might pay heed to bear warnings, should they not?