The only thing missing from this place is banjo music . . .
There are only two places in Thermopolis with tent camping available -- don't stay at this one! The other one was full so we had no choice. My first clues should have been the shirtless hippie at the front desk (wearing only a pair of swimming trunks and flip flops) and the large NO REFUNDS sign scribbled on the back wall. The cost was obscene too -- $34.88 to set up a tent -- more than double what we paid at most locations during the previous week. Pay showers, the filthiest hot spring pools with a thick layer of scum and dead bugs, and some very creepy fellow campers were a bonus (we slept with both a knife and a hatchet in our tent and hadn't felt the need to do so when we were in bear territory the four previous nights if that tells you anything). We quickly set up our tent and left to get some supper -- normally we cooked at our campsite but didn't want to be leered at the entire time by shirtless (again) man two sites away. Upon our return we realized that the bushes along the tent camping spaces were there to hide the railroad tracks that ran 30 feet from our tent space. We also had not stayed around long enough to hear all of the traffic that passed within 100 feet on the other side -- unfortunately, this hell hole sits at the base of a steep hill that requires heavy revving and braking to navigate. I was shocked at the number of semis that passed and the lack of jake brake ban enforcement. Then at around midnight, just as we were adapting to these inconveniences, a plane roared so closely overhead that I could count the number of rivets on the underside. Come to find out we were also next to the airport that was on the cliff on the other side of the highway and the landing and takeoff path was directly overhead. Luckily Thermopolis is a very small town so only one plane landed and took off because it was very unnerving to have them pass so closely overhead.
Our alarm clock turned out to be the loud sump pump that a worker was using to drain one of the hot pools -- judging from the scum that I could see on the bottom they do this about once a year since there didn't appear to be any sort of a drain or filter on the premises. Yuck.
The final straw was watching one of our neighbors get out of her tent and rather than walk to the bathroom, just squat down in full view to take care of business. We set a new record for breaking camp and getting on the road that morning!
STEER CLEAR OF THIS PLACE!!!!!