When I was about ten years old I went to Salt Lake City, Utah for an all-state hockey tournament. I had never traveled out of the state for hockey in my entire life, even though I had been playing since I was three years old. While my dad and I were driving from Meeteetse, Wyoming, my home town where I have lived since I was about a year old, we approached a windmill farm between Rock Springs, Wyoming and Salt Lake City. I immediately was fascinated with the windmills and wanted to know how they worked. After I was done with the tournament all I could think about was the huge windmills that were on top of the hill on our way to Salt Lake. When we got home I really wanted to make one and had many questions on how they worked and why they were
