Looking out the door of my motel room at Hell’s Half Acre. The closest one could stay to genuine badland territory, being set into the badlands themselves, next to a state highway west of Casper in the middle of nowhere.
Looking out the door of my motel room at Hell’s Half Acre. The closest one could stay to genuine badland territory, being set into the badlands themselves, next to a state highway west of Casper in the middle of nowhere.