The sights of Jim Bridger

Nothing special.  Just a few more pics from trips past to the Jim Bridger plant in Nowhere, Wyoming.  If you click on the image you can see the full version.  Then click your back button to get back to the post.  Just in case you don’t know how the internet works.

A gnarly traffic jam I hit on County Road 80C in northern Colorado. Awesome.

Another pretty picture of the Snowy Mountains. This is about 5 miles south of the Colorado/Wyoming border.

This tasty little piece of beef jerky is by the side of the road that leads to the plant itself. Turns out people in western Wyoming don't really see a rotting cow carcus as much cause for concern.

The sun just starting to set from the 11 floor of the Jim Bridger boiler.

A suprisingly photogenic place.

It's the largest coal-burning power plant west of the Mississippi.

The crap on the end of my little homemade hook there is a molten mix of slag and ash. It's known as slag. This crap constantly plugs up our ports and messes up our system, and I get to extricate it.

Running the fusion splicing machine at not quite 10:00pm...

Some plant dude painted this little face on one of our heads. He keeps me company.

The Point Bar in Point of Rocks Wyoming, the 'town' closest to the plant. I stopped here once to watch the end of a Rockies playoff game. Didn't get stabbed or nothing.

An actual traffic jam on I-80. Ran into this on my way home from the plant. An RV rolled over. I sat here for a good 45 minutes. People were playing catch in the median.

That’s all for now.  More coming soon. 

-B. Littleton.

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