Calling all Table Rockers

This category is for those Table Rockers who’d like to share a little bit about what’s happened since leaving the Village – where you are now and what you’re up to. Let us know!

About Dana

I spent 7 years at Table Rock with my wife, daughter and son. After transferring in from the Amarillo, Texas survey crew, I worked as a Plant Operator at Table Rock Processing Plant and later as a General Technician. Like most Table Rockers, life in Table Rock Village and working (and playing) in the Wyoming Red Desert had a great impact on the person I became. I now make my living as a freelance writer and I am working on a book about Table Rock and how it shaped the lives of the residents. I hope to share the stories of fellow Table Rockers as well as my own.
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  1. Stacey Hill Powell

    Hello fellow TRVers! I was a very little girl when I lived in Table Rock. My dad worked at the plant, of course. His name is Rick. 🙂 I lived there with him, my mom, my little brother, Erick, and my little sister, Kristen. We thought it was cool that we got free cable and telephone there. Haha! Oh, and we drank that bottled water from the big jug–awesome! My little dog, Baby, died in the back yard and is buried there. She was such a stinker. She use to escape through the slats in our fence and I would chase her around and around and around the village. I shoulda just let her go! I spend many many hours at the park across from my house, at the next door neighbors house (Wendy Lyon’s, Amy Callendar’s, Summer Dupree’s, Amanda Dennis’s, Jodie Potts’), or the rec center. What an awesome place to grow up! I had lots of Mamas and Daddys there that I still love very much. I do remember the WIND there too! It was coooooooold! My brother use to each find a heater vent to sit on in the morning so we could watch “I Dream of Jeanie” and “Bewitched” before we had to get ready for school.

    Nowadays, I live in Utah with my husband, Wes, and our three little kids. We have two little girls and a baby boy. Guess what industry my husband works in? Haha! You got it! He’s a machinist and builds things for use in the oil fields near where we live. I’m a stay at home mom and am kept very busy by my family, the kids’ school, and church. When we moved into our current home, I specifically told the realtor that I wanted to live in a community off of a main road….hmmmmm–sounds familiar! I wanted my kids to have a semblance of what I lived as a kid. I want them to have many Mamas looking out for them when they are out playing and tons of kids to play with! I can only hope that we meet as many kind and wonderful people here as we did when I lived in Table Rock.

    • Dana

      Thanks for sharing a little about your life at and after “The Rock”, Stacey. For me, one of the most rewarding things about getting back in touch with everyone is hearing how those of you that were kids there appreciated the cooperative efforts of the parents. For those of us who were parents, but not much more than kids ourselves, having the support of those other parents was a big part of what made Village life special.

  2. Wendi (Lyon) Phipps

    Wow….. Seems like so long ago that I lived in the Table Rock house….. My parents, Jim and Sheri Lyon, myself and my two brother’s (Matt and Mark) lived at Table Rock in the 80’s and 90’s. We moved into the Callendar house after the fire. Prior to that we lived in CIG’s houses at Wamsutter. I have so many memories of trapolines, ditchem, kick the can, rec center gatherings, family and friends. I feel very blessed to have grown up in a community that I felt safe in and had so many people to care for me. As an adult I find it ironic that we lived right of I-80 and yet I always felt safe. My mom helped start Table Rock First Respsonders and they would respond as EMT’s and BEC’s to wrecks on I-80 or sick or injured people in the village. I can remember my mom bringing home families off I-80 to wait with us until they could be helped after having crashes. It was amazing. I can’t imagine bringing people home to my house in 2011 but we never thought twice of it back then.
    I liked the small towns and wanted to raise my kids similar to how I was so I currently live in Wamsutter. I am married to a wonderful man, Robb and together we have three children. Jesse is 25, Tyrel is 15 and Kayli is 5. Yes we have his, mine and ours but we would not trade any of them for anything. It is so funny that two of our children have graduated 8th grade at Desert School in Wamsutter, just like I did all those years ago. I have to admit, the small town has changed… it is not quite like it was in the good ole days but it is where we call home. It makes me sad every time we go to Rock Springs to see our old house from the interstate looking all abandoned and torn up. I loved growing up there and often find myself missing those days!
    If any old Table Rocker’s are in the area please look us up. Mom and dad and I live here in Wamsutter and both the boys live in Rawlins!
    Take Care!

    • Dana

      Great post, Wendi, and a lot of great reminders. There have been so many times over the years that I’ve been grateful for the BEC courses we took. I enrolled in the first sessions that were offered; I think it was Dave Stradley with the Bureau of Mines that came out from Rock Springs to teach that year.

      It’s interesting, too, how the spirit of helping people seemed more prevalent. I remember a couple that was even younger than Kathy and me that we stopped to help on the way back from Rock Springs one afternoon:

      Their car had broken down and we didn’t have what we needed there, so we towed them into the village and pushed the car into our garage. I found the problem, got a little free advice from James Tyler, ran back into Rock Springs and got the parts, came back home and got the car running again.

      After fixing the car and having them join us for dinner, we insisted that they spend the night, rather than risk falling asleep driving the several hundred miles they still had to travel.

      I’m not so anxious to take people in these days, although my first instinct is still to help people in distress. I wonder how different our society would be today if everyone, at some point in their lives, had the opportunity to live in a community like ours was then.

  3. Lisa Vermillion

    Randy and I were one of the original 32. The pioneers! We were married all of 1 month when we moved to Wyoming. Our first 4 – 6 weeks were spent in a hotel in Rawlings waiting for the houses to be completed. Fanchers even had their first baby, Marshall, while we lived at the hotel. I Think everyone was in their house by November. Then life on the “Rock” really began! There was no Rec Center yet so we had get togethers in our homes. The ladies met for coffee and gossip during the day and a rotating poker game on the weekends for the guys! Then the babies began to arrive! I know for me, raising my children for the first 14 years of their lives at TRV was a blessing. You can never have too many “Aunts”. My kids knew if they did ANYTHING I would know about it before they got home. It was a time when you spanked the neighbor kid right along with yours! We were like family. Yeah, we fought like family on occassion but we pulled together like family too. The Calendar’s house burning was one of those times. A time in all our lives we will never forget. As more houses were built and more people moved in, new friendships were formed. Friendships that are still strong today. The age of the people moving in was getting younger and younger. And the parties got bigger and louder! I think we said “What happens at Table Rock stays at Table Rock” before Vegas did! I know our kids sometimes felt like they were missing out not living in town. We tried to make sure they had some things. Tumbling, scouting, swim lessons to name a few.
    We moved to Green River, when they moved the tech crew to Rock Springs in the early 90’s. From there we moved to Texas and then Randy and I moved back to Table Rock in 2001. We lived out there for 16 months. By that time TRV was on the down hill slide. Most of the houses were empty and starting to look run down. We were one of the original 32 and one of the last to live out there. We lived at Table Rock for a total of 15 and a half years and I would not take back a day!

    • Dana

      Thanks for the post, Lisa. You and Randy have a unique perspective on the beginning and the end of the village. It must have been difficult to live there during its final days, after watching its beginnings and building the memories you have. I vividly remember the day of the Callendars’ fire and rushing home after our shift to find Randy doing what he could for the kids. I can also picture every moment of the evening that Randy, Janet and I performed CPR on John Harr all the way to Rock Springs after his heart attack. Some of the memories are hard. Others still bring a smile even today. Sharing the heartbreak as well as the laughter was part of what made life at Table Rock an experience that few people are fortunate enough to have.

      • Lisa Vermillion

        It is so true that your life experiences form who you are. For me, living at TRV changed me from a young bride into a confident young woman. With every path I have taken through the years I know my journey began at TRV. Dealing with so many different personalities at TRV taught me people skills that I put to use everyday. I would have to say even my unpleasant and unfortunate memeories from TRV are part of who I am. There are things I wish I could change or do over from those days, but as a whole I have no regrets or ill will from our life at the “Rock”.

  4. Troy Waldner

    I was the last to move my stuff out of the Village July 2004,
    I remember going and sitting on the steps of the rec center..empty… I closed my eyes and I could hear the sound of all the children laughing..I could see the school buses in the parking area.. I opened my eyes it was flags on the flag pole… no children playing…no cars… only quiet and the Wyoming wind…it was SAD!
    The Plant is still running we had 60mmcf in 2004 now have about 18 -27mmcf.

  5. Sherri Burrows-Marsh

    There are so many things about Table Rock it seems impossible to put them all down. I would like to begin by saying that my upbringing in this remote lifestyle could not have been better in any way.

    My parents Joe and Judy Burrows were one of the first original families to inhabit Table Rock Village. My father was working for CIG in the “big tower” in Colorado Springs and transferred to Wyoming. When we first arrived in Wyoming the first houses were not quite finished. We ended up living in the CIG trailer housing section in Wamsutter. I have to look back and thank the good Lord above for that being the beginning of a wonderful life!

    At the village as a child we spent many a night playing ditchum, doorbell ringing, and lots of time on the courts, in and out of the Rec Center. That is the place I first learned to dribble a ball and learned a sport that would have an impact on my life beyond my college years. (I have Mr. Cook to thank for that)! So I guess any claim to fame I would have from the village is I went on a basketball scholarship to Jamestown, North Dakota to play basketball. This past fall in October I went back to North Dakota with my basketball team from my 1986-1987 year was inducted into the NAIA Collegiate Athletic Hall of Fame. So many of my memories lie within the cement court or rubber floor in the rec center.

    Other times to say were best were when we had the village get togethers and Wayne Wagoner and “Tank” McKnight would strum away and sing like there was no tomorrow. Footloose and fancy free people danced indoors and out, depending on where the festivities were being held. That is where so many of us older kids learned about music and just enjoyed spending time together.

    On Facebook you do not hear much or see much from my generation of friends that were so close, but this summer I had the privilege of having a reunion with my best friend then and now in Texas. Sha Giles Clark and I picked up right where we left off, it was like no absence had ever taken place. Friends from my generation were Sha Giles, Kristi Giles, Brad Giles, (God rest his soul), Cheryl their mother, and Roy, who sadly was taken to be with our heavenly father. The West’s, Wagoner’s, Stuart’s, Erickson’s, Bond’s, Martinez’s, Simon’s, and so many more were all a huge part of and helped shape who I have become today.

    I must say that my upbringing could not have been too bad with where my life has brought me thus far. I am on my twentieth year of teaching in Elko, NV. My husband, Jerod, of six years is the high school librarian. My son, Austin Brown, is a senior this year at Elko High School, and my stepson Dillon is a sixth grader.

    I hope that people who read our stories will know of the wondrous time we had in our “village”. I find each and every of your stories heartwarming and look forward to seeing so many more! 8)

  6. Laurel Burke

    Hi Dana-

    I see they’re moving the village houses to Rock Springs, but meanwhile, it looks “eerie” and apocalyptic… any recent photos?
    Wyomingite, but not Table Rock

    • Dana

      Hi Laurel, and thanks for visiting. Only a handful of houses went to Rock Springs and that was quite a while ago. The rest are due to be demolished soon. Unfortunately, there will soon be no evidence that our little community existed.

      A few of us are trying to make the trip to get some photos before the demolition and our friend, Amber has posted some on her blog here.

      Drop by again soon. Hopefully we’ll have some updated galleries.

  7. Rick

    I would like to say thanks for this informative website. I have driven by here hudreds of times and have always wonder what the deal was. Well after driving by last night I finally decided I was going to do some lookin around and find something out. This has been great time learning about this place. It is sad to drive by and see the houses run down and in disarray. Looks like it was a nice little community at one time. Always thought every time I drove by what it was like to have lived there and what it would take to put it back together again. The one thing that really catches my eye every time I drive by is the old water tower by the gas station with the cowboy on top. Would love to try and buy that before it gets demolished. Pieces of history like that just can’t be repalced. Again thanks for history and the stories.

    • Dana


      Thanks for stopping by. I’m happy to hear that the site is helping people learn about what it was and what we did there.

      It was, indeed, a nice community and a great place to live, in spite of – or perhaps partly because of the isolation. The destruction of the village will sadden many hearts, but I think I can speak for most of the past residents in saying that it’s harder to see it slowly deteriorate as it is now. Better to return it to what it was before we made our mark there.

      There will be a book coming about the community and its residents not too far in the future. Meanwhile, I hope to see more stories shared here on the site by my fellow Table Rockers.


    Dana, already told to you,,, we are on a pursuit similar, it “needs” recorded…

    The Brown Bear,…

    We had others, we had Bamby ( 4 cylinder Bombadier) capable of freezing up carburetor, from thrown back, back frost at any time in 20 below ( something about that design,,, even a red rag spread with ether, draped over carb might not…, but might,,,20 miles from warmth….we had Bombee ( six cylinder model of Bambee) we had 2 DeLoreans ( always wondered on coke money here, we also had some Cushman/ aka. Harley D. snow… Treaded/tracked cats, ways to move around, we even looked at hover craft one spring thaw to get around….threw too much mud up…rather hit the mud hole at 80 MPH and hope truck floated across.

    We had a Brown Bear…it still lives, I hope,,, in EP Wamsutter Comp. I was never a Heavy Equipt qualified guy in the company but…I got to play with it for a few days….Clearing a winter snow dump of drifted 12-15 feet, couple miles long drift ..what do you expect living in the only Continental Divide Basin, We had to have a path/road between Higgins 6 and Higgins 8 wells. The Brown Bear is, notice not was…created for locomotives…I think one of the only ones ever put on “land” tracks. It was essentially a buy in Home Depot snow blower but on a 12 foot tall scale, worked the same way ,,,spinners/augers eat snow throw out chute…It took 3 days to clear that mile, I leave you to calculate the speed per day of eating 10 feet depth snow. But by attaching this road ,critical well functions were reestablished,,, the road probably got buried again the next day. , but for one day we got through.

  9. Dwight

    This is a better ending than a Jeffery City, most of Trockers have been and seen the streets of Jeffery…I agree with this being a better ending…..somehow though how much life was lived there needs a more……maybe that also needs unspoken…. We were CIG Australians, either outcast or looking to better in the corporate structure by heading into the outback and proving some corporate mettle or another, but what truly united us was, the spirit we found there…. I grew up small town where everyone knew my business….it took some of that to live there….but there was another somethingness there…The bonding was needed because the environment, isolation, work and demands to live there were so harsh… RIP….peace let it rest in your mind and let your life carry forward to new adventures, hope this Trock one is not your last.

  10. Jon

    I never did live there but I did get a chance to visit on occasion. My Aunt and Uncle Donna and Steve Boothe lived there from the very early 80s to the Late 90’s. I remember spending the 4th of July with them and their sons Ryan and Aaron. We would celebrate the 4th by driving to Rock Springs and viewing the city’s fireworks show. We would then stop at the local fireworks stand buying as much as we could afford and have our own show back at TRV.
    We would visit the community center to play racquetball, basketball or pool.
    We would take the four-wheeler, or motorcycle out and ride the trails. We would walk the desert with my uncle Steve looking for arrowheads. We would even make sure to bring along a few golf clubs as we would hike up to the top of table rock and hit golf balls over the edge. It seems like they would go for miles.
    I didn’t spend much time here, but the time I did, I will always cherish. I do think there is something special in that area, whether it is a geological wonder or the wonderful energy from the folks who lived there.

    • Dana

      Hi Jon, and thanks for sharing your thoughts about the Village. I’m proud to include Steve and Donna among the friends I made while my family and I lived there and I’m still in touch with Donna and Ryan through Facebook. It’s hard to believe that Ryan and Aaron were some of my Cub Scouts back then.

      There was definitely something special there, and I think you’re right on both counts – it was a combination of the place and the people that learned to live there.

  11. DJ Beaupeurt

    Nice website!! I worked for CIG out of the Colorado Springs Office in their geology department. I came to Table Rock Village during their construction. I oversaw the drilling and completion of the first water wells at the gas sweetening plant as well as the village. I was working on the village water wells in December of the first year Table Rock was populated. Of course, the wind was blowing and snow was falling side-ways. I wish I could remember the name of the CIGer who came down to visit me and invite me to their first annual Christmas party. It was one of the best Christmas parties I ever attended!! I received numerous dinner invitations back then which were very much appreciated and I was very happy to be a part of the CIG “family” and Table Rock Village was quite an amazing housing development for a “company town”.
    I also remember some of the sights I saw while performing pump tests, etc. “White” tornadoes off in the distance that had yet to “touch down” and collect all sorts of dirt and debris. The various wildlife that passed by. I will always love the vastness and the solitude or Wyoming.
    After having worked for CIG for approximately 8 years, I went to work for the Bureau of Land Management. I ended up back in Wyoming, then on to Nevada, and recently retired in Colorado.
    The CIG Table Rock Village experiences and driving I-80 at all hours of the day and night and through all the various seasons, snow and ice, smooth roads, wind, and now lots and lots of traffic. Time changes all things. Memories allow us to revisit the best times of our lives.

  12. Dana

    Hi DJ,

    Thanks for stopping by the site and sharing a little bit about the time you spent at the Rock. Thanks also for the compliment on the site.

    It’s always interesting to hear the impression the Table Rock area left on others who spent some time there. One thing’s sure; anyone who was there for a reasonable amount of time definitely had memorable experiences. Feel free to share any of yours, anytime.

    Congratulations on your retirement!

  13. D. K. Panter

    Mr. DJ Beaupeurt, I remember you…and i remember along with you… it was unique and hard to explain nowadays. I have been in discussion, oil folk were also stewards of the land,helped as we could… but to be with Ma when she showed her teeth, I will always cherish seeing nature at its raw…that, like a lifetime career is also gone…Peace

  14. D. K. Panter

    Alright…another story,,,we will see how far it goes….Just got off phone with a respected man..a also welltender back in the days. somehow the conversation got turned to……being straffed… a reason to wear hardhats..even where no one was around you,,,to drop a wrench on you..and all that is going on is God and his own beauty…and the well site…You get tranced… a whole is one a one is whole… and your head might be stuck in an iron dehydrator…fixen somethen… Often you hear it as a rumble a kind of distant train sound.. Next then you know a shadow crosses over you…as you bump hard hat on top of deyh trying to run but nowhere to actually go.. and at 50 feet all you see is the afterburner of a F-16 streaking away. Being at a well site 50 miles from any paved road and in the middle of…where we lived…encouraged using a lone pickup and man 50 miles from anywhere to be a practice target… We both recounted…. knowing some of plane types…. many times….B-52..F16,18, experimental??? planes playing with us.. always a awaking…Peace

    • Dana

      Thanks for sharing, Dwight. I can relate – not because it happened to me there in the basin, but in 2 other places:

      Before I made the move to Table Rock, I worked with the Amarillo survey crew, and spent a lot of time in Kansas. There were many times I was standing in the middle of a cornfield holding a range pole to be strafed by a B-52 flying low enough to shake the ground beneath my feet.

      My favorite one, though, was in Wyoming, on Highway 16 out of Buffalo, headed up into my favorite spot in the Bighorns. The Suburban was loaded down with people and camping gear and I was pulling a long hill when I looked in the rear view mirror and all I could see was B-1. It came right up the highway over the top of us, then banked like a fighter at the top of the hill and was gone. I swear I saw the treetops move from the jet wash.

      There’s no doubt in my mind that those pilots had some good laughs at the “kills” they made out there in the middle of nowhere and the thought of the mess their “targets” made in their pants.

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