Thanks for the Memories…

With Thanksgiving on the horizon again, I know I’m not alone in including the opportunity to have lived at Table Rock in my list of things I’m most thankful for. To those who can’t grasp why so many would feel such a strong connection to a place, a lifestyle and an incredibly diverse assortment of individuals, I can only say that you had to live it to understand it.

The bond may be strongest for those who were children there and knew the security of living in a community with a sense of family that encompassed not just our village but our neighbors in Wamsutter, too. One of those lucky individuals took the time to create a video comprised of family photos taken by Table Rockers that provides a small glimpse into our past as well as a heart-wrenching view of the deterioration of our home in the desert. For Table Rockers, it will bring some smiles and perhaps a tear. For anyone else, it may help illustrate the sense of nostalgia and gratitude we feel for our lives there. I’ve embedded the video at the bottom of this post.

Thanks, Kevin, for helping preserve the memories. Thanks to my own family for taking the Table Rock journey with me all those years ago. Last, but not least, thank you to my crazy, mixed-up Table Rock family for sharing a part of yourselves with me and my children. Best Wishes from me and mine for a safe and Happy Thanksgiving.


(Click here to watch full-size on YouTube)

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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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4 comments


  1. Cindy

    My thoughts exactly, Dana. I’m so thankful that my parents chose Table Rock/Wamsutter as the place to raise me and my brother, Jeff. Not many people can say that they’re still in contact with friends they’ve known since kindergarten!! I sooo miss the days of picnics, dances, softball games, basketball, fireworks at the ball field, Ditch ‘em, motorcycle rides, watching wild horses (which are gone now), walking/biking to the station for a pop or candy bar, and many other memories!! Thank you, Table Rockers for giving me such great memories and Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

  2. Lisa Vermillion

    Happy Thanksgiving! Thank you Dana for putting into words what so many fellow TRVer’s feel. We put in a total of 15 years on the “Rock” and do not regret one day of it. I have friendships that will last the span of time. We go years without seeing one another and pick up right where we left off! I have always equated living at TRV like that of living on a military base where families came and went but strong bonds were made.

    We need to make a list of names of everyone that ever lived out at TRV! With the address of the house they lived in. Has anyone ever done a count on how many families came and went? Wouldn’t it be interesting to know which house had the most occupants?

    • Dana

      That’s actually a great idea, Lisa. It would be interesting to know just how many people came and went. In regard to the house with the most occupants, though, we’d have to consider that some of them are still occupied in Rock Springs.

  3. Dwight

    Only once do I remember an inlet reg problem….That entailed shutting the inlet valve letting field build up…fixing reg below z took time to unbolt rebolt…brought it back on line a flare felt from pig launcher 600 yards away. On the feed line to the plant were also field flares…Lines froze, to break em takem to flare…I have never seen 20 foot across green balls of flame drip from a flare except there…Falling memories…but we were…military had to be..knowing our piece in the puzzle of making it work…Men on the fringe… Near later years the new comers so overwhelmed..i no longer tried to remember the names here today gone before winter., took a few of them winters to earn your first badge of being a true Trocker…most could not cut mustard in those days near the end…

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