We are alone. But we are not lonely.
To me that
describes what life in Wyoming is really like. With barely seven people per
square mile, our state is one of the most isolated in the nation.
Pat Henderson
from Sheridan has a brother in law from New Jersey who always claims that
Wyoming people are not that friendly, after all. Pat says his relative cites, in his strong
Jersey accent: “It’s not because you are friendly out there. It’s because you
are so darned lonely out there!”
But I contend
that Wyoming is unique. Interestingly, several government agencies do not list
us as “rural.” We are listed as
“frontier.”
Most Wyoming folks
either live in town or in spacious subdivisions dotting some of our frontier
areas. We do have some farm populations
in places like Worland, Torrington, Wheatland, Riverton, and Powell.
Wyoming used
to be populated with what was called one-horse towns. Today, the number of
traffic lights sort of distinguish how big you are.
Then again, many
towns like Lander have long main streets with lots of stoplights. It is not
because of its 7,500 population, but because of the million folks a year
passing through on their way home from Jackson and Yellowstone. Towns like
Powell and Buffalo are similar.
All these
towns have a big mission – trying to extend that tourist’s trip at their
locations a day or two outside of the big national parks. But that is another topic
for another column.
Our state’s
isolation is on my mind because we have been on an extended winter road trip to
explore some warmer places that are decidedly more crowded than Wyoming.
We were
recently in the Phoenix area watching the Colorado Rockies do spring training
in Scottsdale. The Valley of the Sun is immense. I swear it took 45 minutes to drive across
the area. In the winter, the population swells to four million people. Amazing.
Yet the drive
to the Phoenix area crosses some of the most desolate land in America. This desert is full of scrub and prickly
cactus plants. A lot of it is Indian Country and it seems devoid of anything
positive.
We also spent
some time in Las Vegas. Sin City is also big with over two million people
living in Clark County during the winter months.
Numbers
associated with Las Vegas are huge. There are 125,000 hotel rooms. More than 36
million people visit Vegas each year. There are 315 weddings per day. The
downtown and the Strip contain 15,000 miles of neon tubes. A typical stay in
Vegas is 3.5 days and the average hotel rate is $66 per day.
Plus during a recent weekend
another million people journeyed to Vegas to watch NASCAR racing, the world
Rugby championships, various conference basketball tournaments, some major
prize fights and some incredible concerts. We happened to be there and there
was nary a hotel room or RV space left.
Traffic was
intense during all this activity but especially at a place where Highway 95, Highway
93, Interstate 15 and Interstate 515 all intersect. A billion dollars is being
spent rebuilding it. It is a traffic mess right now. That is why this
intersection is called the Spaghetti Bowl.
In Denver they
have the Mouse Trap. In Dallas, they have the High Five. Even Missoula, Mont.,
has its Malfunction Junction.
Not sure
Wyoming has a horrible intersection anywhere, except perhaps when Jackson and
Yellowstone get crowded. I don’t think
Pine Tree Junction between Gillette and Douglas counts. After all, it’s just a
pine tree.
We do have
Snow Chi Minh Trail, though, which is the moniker given Interstate 80 during
winter weather.
Traffic jams
in Dallas, Denver, Phoenix and Las Vegas have been our experience in the last
few years. Worst, though, was one time
we drove our old motor home (when towing a car, it is 62 feet long) on a
10-lane monster through Silicon Valley during noon rush hour. All sorts of Tesla drivers were giving me the
fickle finger of fate for driving my diesel-spewing monster through their
homeland. We were headed for an obscure RV Park at the Alameda Raceway and took
the wrong road. It was a relief to
finally get off that mobile traffic jam of 80 mph vehicles.
When we
finally get back into Wyoming, it is such a wonderful feeling. We love living
in such a remote land. Our favorite slogan for Wyoming is the unofficial one,
The Big Empty.
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