Most remote place you've ever stayed

Damn. Are we going to open this up to "most remote locale in which you've ever had sex"? Sure, why not.

FM Road 2814, near Bumfuck Waelder, Texas.

 

Won't answer the sex question (sounds like it belongs a separate thread) but I'd like to add that I spent a summer WORKING AT A PAPER in beautiful downtown Oyen, Alta., pop. 1,000.

First J-job I ever had. Really, really bad experience.

 

My brother used to live just outside of Rock Springs (if you can actually say that with a straight face). He lived in Point of Rock, Wyo.

 

I don't really have anything good for me...

But a few months ago, for some reason, I got curious about Siberia and started Googling.

I found a blog about a couple who got stranded travelling through Siberia - Whoa. It was really scary.

 

Kingman, Ariz.

Bagdad (no h), Fla.

LaBelle, Fla.

 

Prudhoe Bay, Alaska

24 hrs of daylight. Signs that warn you not to go out at "night" because polar bears roam the area. Ate caribou.
Good times.

 

Washtucna, Wash. Smack dab in the middle of Washington's scablands. It is a town of about 100, however.

 

Nice. I worked about 10 miles north of Kemmerer, Wyo., for three summers, and about twice a summer I'd take the back road to Cokeville to eat chicken fried steak at the Flying J. Good times.

I'll add to the list of places I've rested my head: Brockton, Mont.; Wickenburg, Ariz.; Pomeroy, Wash. And just to see if anyone else has been there: Midwest, Wyo.

Once celebrated New Year's in Big Timber, Mont. My car broke down in Rock Springs, Wyo., once, and had to stay there for the night. And for all of you listing Laramie, I laugh. I lived there for three years.

 

First job out of school was in Chandler, Okla., population 2800.
Worst place ever.
I commuted from OKC every day.

 

My grandma lived in a farmhouse between Metcalf and Chrisman on Hwy. 36 on the eastern edge of Illinois. Nothing but farm land for miles on all sides and for a long time it was the only house on the highway. That might have changed. I haven't been back in a long time.

And a shoutout to Yellville. Home of the Turkey Trot and turkey drop. Good times and someone I'd really like to see naked spent some time in Yellville growing up. She has unusually fond memories of that town.

 

Took a driving trip through Kansas a few years back and spent a night in Benoit. Actually a pretty nice, new Super 8 Motel. Drove out to some field and sat on the trunk of my car to watch the sun go down at about 9:30 p.m. Best vacation ever.

Worst vacation ever was a spring break trip to Arizona where the car broke down in Juarez, Mexico. Got it towed back across the border to El Paso at 2 a.m. and slept in the backseat for three hours while waiting for the dealership to open up. Later that week, on the way back, I slept in the backseat at a rest area about 10 miles outside Fort Stockton, Texas. There was a bad storm that night, and the wind was so strong it felt like the car was going to flip a couple times.
Oh, to be young and dumb and reckless again.

 

If you were outside of Fort Stockton, Texas, then you would have been oh so close to the glorious Balmorhea that me and writing irish discussed earlier. You should have stayed there instead.