Green River Memories
In a sense, Green River, Wyoming is a perfect place to boondock for either a hiker or a bicyclist. The town itself is rough around the edges, but welcoming. In its businesses, customers visit and update as well as buy things. While they do business, visitors, as new faces, do well to add what brought them to town, whereabouts they’re camping, where they’re from or where they’re on their way to. It’s like introducing yourself. If you either appreciate or don’t mind the changeable weather – which also gets a little rough around the edges – the scenery stays enervating. There’s no sense of “been there, done that” here. Here’s what I mean:
I have good memories of Green River but mine have to do with the railroad yards there and the conductor of a local fright who gave me a ton of good railroading paperwork. We moved on before setting up the RV for the night. Railroad yards don’t tend to be good sleeping places.
That is one massive yard, and I couldn’t get any pictures of it that I liked. I should have gone up onto a steel crossover that would have been a good vantage point, but ran out of time. There’s an RV park maybe 3 miles west of town called The Travel Camp that would likely be quiet, and the perch I was boondocking on was pretty quiet, for reasons that will be clear in upcoming photos. What – you don’t like to hear horns and tons of steel banging together?? 😉
Yes, Dave and his camera were up on that crossover while I was visiting with the conductor who was waiting for his train to be assembled. I don’t mind the horns and banging during the day but would prefer to not hear them at night. Unless it’s because I’m riding Amtrak, of course.