The Story of the Greater Green River Intergalactic Spaceport, Green River Wyoming



Dear Henry,

You won't believe it, but an Intergalactic Spaceport is in Green River, Wyoming.

I heard about it once and went on a mission to discover it. Driving home to Colorado after a wedding in Utah, I descended on the small city to find it. 

Back in 1994, when Comet Shoemaker-Levy9 was raining debris all over Jupiter, the city council of Green River voted to allow any displaced Jupiterites to live in Green River and use their small airport.

The airport is a 5,000 ft strip of dirt and a windsock off Hwy 530. 



While I suspect that the initial vote was tongue-in-cheek and largely a marketing ploy to get people traveling along I80 to stop by the city, there was surprising opposition to this gesture. Many residents objected because the city had a housing shortage and already had a problem with illegal immigration.

It is seriously worth the trip to see, though, if for no other reason than a chuckle. Beware, though, as the speed limit on Hwy 503 rapidly changes as it enters city limits. I got off with a warning; you may not.

xoxo a.d. elliott


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a.d. elliott is a wanderer, photographer, and storyteller currently living in Salem, Virginia. 

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Location: Greater Green River Intergalactic Spaceport, Airport Road, Green River, WY 82935, USA

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