The Angriest Mining Town There Ever Was
Sean and I rolled into Rock Springs, Wyoming, careening off of Interstate 80 in the middle of a construction zone, looking for gas. What we found were gas stations that were closed, out of gas, or attached to a Wal-Mart. The whole town was bizarre. It was full of 3-star hotels, Chinese restaurants which featured sushi and bars in the middle of nowhere, clearly a town for business travelers. The grimy streets, dusty air and grinding of the freeway construction all conspired to leave me with an impression of an angry, rough town. We beat a hasty exit, on our way to Eastern Wyoming.
The Angriest Mining Town There Ever Was
Sean and I rolled into Rock Springs, Wyoming, careening off of Interstate 80 in the middle of a construction zone, looking for gas. What we found were gas stations that were closed, out of gas, or attached to a Wal-Mart. The whole town was bizarre. It was full of 3-star hotels, Chinese restaurants which featured sushi and bars in the middle of nowhere, clearly a town for business travelers. The grimy streets, dusty air and grinding of the freeway construction all conspired to leave me with an impression of an angry, rough town. We beat a hasty exit, on our way to Eastern Wyoming.