Green River

Green River

Although it was not a ghost town, it can’t be said that it had any activity. It crossed our way along Highway 70, in Utah, after several days of burning gasoline in the immense and absolute nothing. At first we just wanted to go through and follow our route, but we ended up lost amongst its four streets for hours, hallucinating with the silence and its mystical and decadent atmosphere. It was December, it was very, very cold and we were in the west.