Trucks line the side of I-80 during a storm that shut down Wyoming’s “Snow Chi Minh Trail.”
Members of Teenage Bottlerocket admit there’s a certain pleasure in living a sort of dual life, with fame in the international punk world and the anonymity of being an average Joe at home in Wyoming. Now that they’re back on tour, the punk rockers from Wyoming are anything but average Joes. After several shows in Spain this month, Teenage Bottlerocket will play the Groezrock Festival in Belgium, then continue their tour with NOFX in Berlin and London, then make their way back to North America with about a dozen dates in Canada.
By Robyn N. Paulekas, WyoFile reader
In the days before Christmas, my husband and I packed up our car and began the drive from our house in Laramie to my in-laws in Powell. The roads were reasonably good, but we…
Everyone who has lived in Wyoming has his or her own tale of weather horror or road warrior mayhem on the 401-mile stretch of Interstate 80 that traverses our state. Is there a driver among you, for example, for whom the name “Elk Mountain” does not evoke an instant shiver and frightening vision of black ice and howling winds?
Once you are underway on a stretch like that, there’s no turning back, and your elbows and hands lock so Super-glue solid that you probably couldn’t move the wheel more than an inch anyway. You can feel yourself afloat on the ice, and you don’t dare accelerate or brake – raising your headlight beams might be enough to send you spinning on the glass. An exit – what few there are – is out of the question, because the trucks behind in the blinding storm aren’t going to see you or slow down. Even changing lanes is out of the question – you will begin a graceful pirouette and end crumpled in the borrow, or orchestra, pit.