Hello. Welcome to the website of… Wright (pause…), Tom Wright. That is me, above, at Fort Jefferson, though not exactly looking as suave as MI-6’s greatest hero… you know, Bond (pause…)… James that is. I am one of the 71 million American Baby Boomers living at the turn of the year 2020, which means I have been around the sun a few times. And during those celestial revolutions, traveling roughly 590 million miles a year (you can thank Gravity for the illusion of not moving), I have managed to become attracted to America’s National Parks.
My first experiences with these cultural and historical gems of our country were during those annual “are we there yet” treks taken by young families for their summer vacations. During the 1960s, my father, Bruce, attended an economics conference at Montana State University in Bozeman, MT. Audrey (aka Mom) and he felt the proximity to the best-known National Park was perfect reason to introduce Mike (aka Brother) and me to the magic of Yellowstone. Bison, Old Faithful geyser, Yellowstone Falls, and bubbling mud pots made a lasting impact. Watching bears stretch their bodies vertically, noses and paws squeezing through tiny, human-created openings at the tops of car windows, begging for culinary treats, is an unforgettable memory. Please note, this practice is now strictly prohibited so the bears do not become desensitized to humans.