The playground at KOA Rock Springs.
KOA Campground- Rock SpringsThe campground had a pool, general store, laundry room, game room. It was very well-maintained. If only it had some grass, I would have been in heaven. They even had wireless internet and cable TV.
Population 150 people.

Fort Bridger
Another view of Fort Bridger, named after Jim Bridger.
Windmills outside of Rock Springs, Wyoming. They are everywhere. Jerry and I actually wondered how much power they do generate.

Fort Bridger
Another view of Fort Bridger, named after Jim Bridger.
Windmills outside of Rock Springs, Wyoming. They are everywhere. Jerry and I actually wondered how much power they do generate.We began our journey on July 10, 2010. Our first day was to travel to Rock Springs, Wyoming, and spend the night at the KOA campground. That first day was quite the experience. We filled the truck up outside of Park City and just about died of shock. Our truck was getting 9 mpg. That definitely made us realize that our gas budget wasn't going to work. We decided what the heck! We were going to make the best of our trip even though the gas budget was going to go over what we had planned. If we got short on money, we would just call Logan and he could go get some money out of our savings. While on the way to Rock Springs, we pulled off in a small town called Fort Bridger. It was fun to see such a small town. On the way to Rock Springs is a town called Green River, Wyoming. This town is a hub for the railroad. All you see and hear are trains. The trains travel in all directions, and most of the carts are carrying coal. Traveling to Rock Springs just seemed like a climb the whole way there. Most of my pictures were taken out of the front window of the truck. We had overcast skies the whole way there. We didn't even have to use our air-conditioning. We had a cooler in the back seat loaded with water and drinks, and we had plenty of snacks to munch on. By the way, we just trucked along just like senior citizens. People passed us and we just traveled forward. We figured they could pass us if they were in such a hurry. We arrived in Rock Springs about 3 p.m. The campground was nice, however, it didn't have one speck of grass. I was imagining a campground with grass, so that Jerry and I could sit back and relax. It was a nice campground over all. There was plenty of room between the campsites. Jerry and I sat in the front of trailer and dreamed of our motorhome. After all, we were the little guys in the campground. I'm not sure where those people get all of their money, but it certainly isn't in education in Utah.










