Daily Archives: August 4, 2025

Oh Me, Oh My

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Got up this morning at my usual "Why am I awake at this ungodly hour" time and headed down to the office.

And stepped into this:

Apparently. the main sewer line to the septic tank was a bit plugged and the combination of shower, laundry, dishwasher, and toilet flushing caused a backup. Thing is, it was OK last night when I closed things up so the backup happened sometime between lights out and lights on this AM.

The water was "clean" but still black water so it's not just a matter of drying things out. Carpet has to go, padding definitely has to go. Some of the drywall absorbed too much water so it goes. Luckily, damage to personal goods was minimal and the base floor is concrete.

But EVERYTHING has to be moved: office, storage, book cases (full), and other miscellaneous junk that has accumulated over the years.

Well ... it was getting time to re-organize and re-configure my workspace anyway.

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Sinclair Refinery

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Not far east of Rawlins, WY is the town - so to speak - of Sinclair. In 1922, the Producers and Refiners Corporation selected this location for a refinery; it started operation in 1923. The company bought the land surrounding the refinery as a location for its employees. The resulting planned community was considered one of the most modern at the time. Mail arrived at the refinery addressed to "P&R Co" which led to the town to be named Parco.

Sinclair bought P&R Co and renamed the town in 1943. The town never had more than a few hundred inhabitants - latest census puts the population at around 350 - but the original refinery is still active and most of the original town structures remain as part of a historic district. However, most commercial activity occurs in Rawlins - only about 7 miles west.

Funny thing: there's a Sinclair gas station at the east exit off I-80 leading into town. It is not cheap.

A few miles east of town is the location of the Hell-On-Wheels town of Benton. For three months during the summer of 1868, Benton was notorious as the most devilish of the hell-on-wheels towns that existed during the construction of the Union Pacific portion of the Transcontinental Railroad ("transcontinental" being Omaha to Sacramento). Nothing remains of Benton.

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