I'd call it: Arches, Jackson style

Elk Horn Arch, Jackson Hole

If you've ever been to Jackson, Wyoming, you'll recognize one of the four famous elk horn arches that lead into the town's central park.  During the holidays they're lighted with millions of little white twinkle lights.

In my story Painted Boots, Aspen's father drives from Portland, Oregon to Gillette, Wyoming, taking the scenic route through the west entrance of Yellowstone.  He drives through the park, out the east entrance, and down along the Tetons and into Jackson.

It's a drive I've done myself--more than once--and it's fabulous.  In the park I've seen black bear and grizzly (a totally scary sight).  I've been stuck for an hour in a 'buffalo crossing' (those things are HUGE, especially the bulls).  I've seen heron, deer, elk, beaver, raccoon, endless squirrels, marmots, moose and lots of other things.  And let's not forget the famed hot pots and old Faithful.

Nature is a fabulous detour, and one I take as often as I can.  It clears the soul and makes my perspective fresh again.  After a day of walking in the woods or along a beach I feel anything is possible!  No wonder I get away as often as I can . . . .