Aaron Teplick (Nocturnal Spectre)
I rolled into the Outlaw Inn in Rock Springs Wyoming on Thanksgiving Eve after a long day of driving. The kind of day where the road feels endless and your eyes start to blur. I checked in late and was relieved to see someone still at the desk. April greeted me with a kind of easy warmth that hits different when you are tired. She checked me in fast and made me feel like I had finally reached safe ground. She told me, “That is just how we do it in Rock Springs,” and I believed her.
She helped me find a room close to where I parked so I would not have to drag my gear up any stairs. It was a small gesture but it meant everything at that hour. The room itself had a cool Western vibe. (And yes, the room did smell strongly of cigarette smoke) but somehow it pushed me back to the old days when every motel had the same smell baked into the curtains. It felt weirdly nostalgic. Maybe I was just too tired to care, but it fit the scene in its own rugged way. If you are rolling through Wyoming and need a place that feels honest and lived in, this spot does the job. The welcome alone is worth the stop.