The Road to a Ghost Town
This post is a continuation of my trips out to Rawlins, Wyoming and surrounding areas.
I have always been on the hunt to photograph ghost towns. Usually they are just out of my reach – too far away from our final destination. Well now I can say that I finally have visited one. My husband had done a little research prior to my coming out there, and we made a day of it. After driving 200 miles to just get to where he was staying, we drove another 400 miles – all in one day – for this little adventure. My only regret is not doing this the day after I arrived. Due to our late start, It was getting so late in the day that we were unable to get to the last ghost town in the area. You know, a town where it actually looks like a town in the Old West. Something that I consider to be a true ghost town in my eyes. When my mind conjures up the image of a ghost town, I see something out of a John Wayne movie. Buildings lining a street. Tumbleweeds blowing in the wind. The ghost town that we visited wasn’t like this, but it was still neat. It was an old gold mining town and the buildings were scattered.
But I can’t get ahead of myself. Below I’ve documented our trip leading up to the ghost town. You’ll see the little Western towns that we passed through on our way to there.
After driving West down I-80 for a bit, we came to the town of Rock Springs, Wyoming. This town is considered to be one of the larger ones in the area. It boasts a population of approximately 22,000. Even though we were just driving through this area, I was able to capture a few images. The first two are actually through the windshield of my truck while my husband was doing the driving:
A little further down the road, we saw a bunch of trailers (RV’s). The owners were there for the National High School Rodeo‘s annual competition. WOW! There is just so much out here that is new to me. This girl, from the suburbs of Chicago, couldn’t image that one day she would be living in the West and seeing sights like this.
I started to google the area on my phone. I wanted to see wild horses. My husband had seen a group of them while he was working in the oil fields a few days earlier. I found out that there was a scenic loop not too far from where we were, and not out of our way. So we started to drive the loop which is located on BLM land (Bureau of Land Management). It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that the truck got really d-i-r-t-y on that road! If you know my husband, he’s a real neat freak when it comes to keeping our vehicles clean. I on the other hand, would like a vehicle that I can ‘beat’ – that I can down a dirt or rock road if I want to. I am happy to report that after this trip (and not just because of the loop – because many of the roads we traveled were rock), he is less and less of a freak.
And we did not see one wild horse. We only traveled about 1/2 way through the loop and then turned back. We did stop and get out once to see the view below:
Next we stopped at a gas station to fuel up (stations are few and far between out there), and to make sure that we were heading in the right direction. It was lunch time and we were both famished. The town we stopped in was Farson, Wyoming, population 313. Not a whole lot there. This is another stopping point for people on the road. They did have the Mercantile though. This place sells lunch, although they are mainly known for their giant ice cream cones. We decided to just have ice cream (yes, dessert before lunch), and to have our lunch when we got to where we were headed. Boy were the cones big! My husband got a 2-scoop and I the 1-scoop. I was thinking, one scoop, literally. Uh, huh. My one scoop cone had about 3-scoops in it. Ice cream went all the way down to the tip of the cone.
After a little brain freeze and quite a while later, I finally finished it! Here are some images from the parking lot of the town:
Ready to move on. Before we went to the ghost town, we drove on ahead to Lander, Wyoming (population 7,500) to have some lunch. We didn’t stick around town since we were burning daylight, but it looked like a cute town that I’d like to go back and visit some day. Beautiful scenery around that area.
My next few posts will be on the Atlantic City, Wyoming area. A small town that boasts 58 residents (19 in the Winter months), the gold mining town of Miners Delight, and a BLM campground. After that, I’ll post about a state park that we drove to the next day. Nice!