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I'll take the Riverton way
Jun 20, 2013 - By Clair McFarland
To Sinatrafy it, this town is my kinda town
We spent Fathers Day in Lander. We ate cheese-wheels, visited the Sinks, and let the children play at that nice park. While driving through town, The Husband and I discussed some of the classic Lander contrast that we saw. Namely, the lawns are nicer and the bicyclists are happier.
You know it's true, Riverton.
So, why not live in Lander? Not that there's anything wrong with Lander, but we wouldn't live there, or in any other town. We love Riverton. Let me Sinatrafy this: Riverton is my kinda town. We will live here always. Here's why ...
Sure, we both grew up here, both of our families are here, and The Husband has a good job here, but there are so many other reasons to love this place. (I can only back this up with the alternate experience of a few months spent living in a Colorado town, and various vacations. But take my word for it anyway. Or don't. Underpopulation is just fine with me.)
I mean, in how many towns can you get up at three in the morning for freshly baked doughnuts? Tip: the doughnatiers don't really appreciate this, but if you're studying for finals of some sort, they understand. It's because of these same doughnut makers that the overpriced, overrated empire known as Starbucks can never survive here.
And, if you venture outside after your doughnut foray, you might see Cloud Kisser in the sky. I often do, when I am out early, and the sight of the hot-air balloon adds clarity to my morning. It also reminds me that I am awake before most, that it is a lovely and calm morning, and that cloud kissing is happening.
Also, in Riverton, you can get almost anywhere by walking or biking. This is true for most towns, but here you can do it amidst an entertaining show of confusion in traffic. One of these days, I will stand in the middle of the four-way stop and direct the cars. In fact, it's my highest aspiration.
On Main Street, you can buy your child a staggering collection of used books with your leftover change alone. It is because of the used books that, when I open up a book, my 3-year-old would cross a football field, an alligator, and Chuck Norris to get to me.
Here in Riverton most people have guns and ammo, so we find no shortage of people with whom to shoot targets that do not necessarily explode. Explosions? I have no idea what you are talking about.
I also love this place for its proximity to many lakes. As the sport of the stand-up jet ski takes on an almost existential importance in my life, I know I'd shrivel up without water. And gasoline, and campfires too, but not together.
Here, you can usually find your way into helpful situations. It's not nepotism if you get a good deal on paint from the person to whom your cousin once gave a good deal on a hog; it's just local clockwork.
More than anything, I can say that Riverton people are a distinct type: usually tough, usually set on their convictions, and likely to appreciate work as much as oxygen. Although this is not a town-wide certainty, it seems common enough that I could call it the Riverton way. And I like the Riverton way.