Wyoming after Devils Tower, pt 2b Lander to Green River

I stayed 2 days in a very low-key little casino-hotel called the Shoshone Rose a few miles out of town.
Compared to the INSANITY of Caesar’s Palace in Vegas, where Ellen and I had stayed for a conference a few weeks ago, this was totally quaint and very mellow, with a backyard facing the Great Plains.
There was no doubt about where I was. Sometime the clues were overt...
Sometimes more subtle… such as a mouthless Native in the monument as you entered the town (see first photo after the map, above).
I saw two major highlights at Lander. 
One was the Pioneer Museum, which houses maps and historical artefacts next to an outdoor reconstructed pioneer village.
This is Chief Washakie, a legendary warrior and leader who is a local hero because of the treaties he signed and his friendly relations with the white settlers (“emigrants”).  Washakie converted to Mormonism then to Episcopalianism.
Treaties and land cessions led to Shoshone lands diminishing from 45 million acres in 1863, extending over what are now Idaho, Nevada, Utah, Colorado, and Wyoming, to 800,000 acres by 1905 in central Wyoming.

The other highlight was Sinks Canyon, a gorgeous state park a short ride out of town. You can read about the canyon and its curious main attraction—a rushing river that disappears underground (“sinks”) then resurfaces (“rises") 1/4 mile downstream... 2 hours later!
You can see the cavern the river sinks into…

And the “rise” where it emerges, a pool inhabited by trout.
Then there’s a hike up to the waterfalls, which is… well, you can see.
Less spectacular, but still worth a visit, was the cemetery where Sacajawea is presumably buried. Sacajawea was the young Indian woman who accompanied Lewis & Clark on their famous expedition to what is now Oregon. 
Chief Washakie and Sacajawea are recalled as heroes, but that’s of course from the perspective of the “emigrants" who gradually and inexorably came to occupy most of the continent.

The Museum of the Mountain Man in Pinedale celebrates another encroachment into the territory Natives lived in and depended upon for their livelihoods. It was news to me that the beaver fur trade, carried on by the “mountain men," flourished during just over a decade, from 1822 to 1833. Beaver fur was prized for men’s top hats. But the beaver fur trade tanked when styles changed, and top hats made of Chinese silk became more fashionable. The mountain men (think: “The Revenant”) then became guides and scouts, further aiding the European westward expansion and contributing to the demise of the Native populations.

Finally, last stop in WY was Green River, a small nondescript town (as far as i could tell) bisected by the, what else? Green River.
 

South to Utah and Flaming Gorge & Red Canyon


On the way to Utah… Big land. Big country.

Last place to stop in Wyoming… would have been a sentimental stop for Sally n me, but closed up. Summer season begins after Memorial Day. This is perfect time to visit, if you don’t mind lots of things being closed.

Interesting motto: “Life elevated.”  Could have been “Live high.”

First stop in Utah, a cozy gun-friendly eatery. Great burger; super friendly server. Hope they’re not high.

So.. Flaming Gorge is truly amazing. First the byway.

Then the real thing.  No commentary needed.

The Red Canyon is at least as spectacular as the Grand one. Amazing hardly anyone has heard of it. Maybe the locals prefer it that way.

Through Utah... Starvation State Pk & Reservoir, Ashley National Forest, and Parowan

Ever heard of Starvation State Pk & Reservoir in Utah, a little less than 3 hrs south and west of Flaming Gorge? Me neither, but there it is, behind a little monument commemorating more of the European invasions and colonization.

Then continuing south and west, to and through the Ashley National Forest and to Parowan in SW Utah. That was the last stop in my brief NE to SW jaunt through Utah.



last overnight stay: Chloride, AZ

Yeah, the town of Chloride. Whacky as it sounds. One of those finds that I love about these semi random, make-it-up-as-you-go-along road trips. Oldest continually inhabited mining town in AZ, the proprietor of Shep's Miners Inn told me proudly. And why would I doubt him? People generally pretty friendly, including the lady wearing a “Let’s go Brandon” t-shirt and there for the semi-regular town-wide swap meet at the Mineshaft Market parking lot where folks bring just about anything—tools, dishes, carburetors, u-name-it—to swap stuff and stories, who when I asked if I could take a picture of her wares, said sure, but quickly grabbed her rifle and moved out of the picture frame. Where you from? she asked. California, I answered, just next door. Then added, and a world away. She quickly smiled and nodded. See? there’s always things that people of good will can agree on. I didn’t even complain about the rifle above my head in the hotel room. I’m sure it wasn’t loaded.

Then and now

5 yrs ago on my first road trip in 2018 I stopped at the Bagdad café for a smooth and cold choco shake. 

Last week, just before getting home, all I could get there was a cup of ice water. The proprietor was very sweet and apologetic, saying she’s overhauling the place to re-open and be able to serve the many people and busloads that come by, take pictures, and would love to have a meal. Or just a milkshake. When she was out of earshot, her assistant, maybe her daughter? said she had Alzheimer’s and it’s not gonna happen. 

I bought a mug and wondered what would happen to the place. 


The surroundings are as desolate as you can imagine. 



But maybe the enduring appeal of “Route 66,” 


an off-beat cultural icon, and—not to mention—a place that might have still have cash-generating potential, will conspire to keep it going, one way or another. 

I’ll have to wait and find out when I travel through those parts again.

THE END