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Pressing Play: Greybull Museum of Flight and Aerial Firefighting

Notes from a Play Journal.

Wings in the Wyoming Wind: Visiting the Museum of Flight and Aerial Firefighting in Greybull

Coming in for a landing at South Big Horn County Airport, you get your first hint that this isn’t an ordinary small-town airstrip. Scattered across the sagebrush flats below are the silhouettes of dozens of vintage aircraft — some parked in neat rows, others slumped and sun-bleached where they’ve sat for decades. This is Greybull, Wyoming’s legendary aviation “boneyard,” and it’s the backdrop for one of the most unusual little museums in the American West.

A Town Built Around Firefighting from the Sky

The story starts with Hawkins and Powers Aviation, founded at this airport in 1969. What began as an aerial firefighting outfit grew into one of the biggest operators of converted military surplus aircraft in the country — World War II-era bombers and transports repurposed to drop fire retardant on forest fires across the West. For decades, Greybull was a genuine hub of aerial firefighting, and the airport filled up with an eclectic fleet of P2Vs, C-119s, C-97s, and more.

That era came to an abrupt end in 2002, when a PB4Y-2 airtanker broke apart mid-drop while fighting the Big Elk fire in Colorado, following a C-130 crash just weeks earlier. The back-to-back accidents led the U.S. Forest Service to ground the aging military tankers for good, and Hawkins and Powers shut down not long after. What remained was the fleet itself — dozens of aircraft with nowhere left to fly.

Rather than let the planes go to scrap, some of them were towed to the edge of the airport, and in the early 1990s a small museum began to take shape. The Museum of Flight and Aerial Firefighting officially opened its doors, preserving a handful of these aircraft up close while the rest of the fleet remained parked out in the boneyard, visible from the road and from the air.

Up Close with the Aircraft

Walking the museum grounds feels a bit like wandering through a graveyard of giants — in the best way. Each aircraft carries decades of weather, paint, and history.

The Lockheed P2V-7 Neptune is one of the standouts. Originally built as a Navy patrol bomber, the Neptune later found a second career as an airtanker — its long fuselage and hefty payload capacity made it well suited to hauling retardant. Up close, you can see the scars of its working life: peeling paint, hand-scrawled maintenance notes, and the kind of honest wear that no restoration shop touch-up could fake.

Not every aircraft here was a heavy hauler. The Aero Commander 500, marked up with “AIR ATTACK” lettering, represents the smaller end of the operation — these nimble twins were often used as lead planes, guiding the bigger tankers to their drop zones and scouting fire lines from the air. It’s a nice reminder that aerial firefighting was never just about the big planes; it took a whole coordinated fleet.

And then there’s the Fairchild C-119 “Flying Boxcar,” instantly recognizable by its twin-boom tail and the bold red lightning bolt painted down its fuselage. Originally a military cargo hauler, the C-119’s twin-boom design and rear cargo doors made it a natural fit for dropping large loads of retardant. You can actually climb the stairs and step inside this one, getting a feel for the cavernous cargo hold that once carried troops, jeeps, and paratroopers before it carried fire retardant.

Why It’s Worth the Detour

Greybull isn’t on the way to much of anything — it’s a small town in the Bighorn Basin, a couple hours from Yellowstone’s eastern approaches. But that remoteness is part of what makes the museum special. This isn’t a polished, climate-controlled hangar exhibit; it’s a working piece of aviation history sitting exactly where it was left, in the dry Wyoming air that has preserved it (and weathered it) for decades.

It’s worth noting that the boneyard has been shrinking. In late 2025, Big Horn County auctioned off several of the vintage airframes to private buyers — some headed for restoration, some for scrap, a few reportedly bound for an art project. The core of the boneyard and museum remain, but if you’ve been meaning to visit, sooner is better than later; these old airplanes won’t be sitting on the flight line forever.

If You Go

The museum sits just north of Greybull on Hiller Lane, right at the edge of South Big Horn County Airport. Admission is informal and the pace is unhurried — bring good walking shoes, sun protection, and a healthy curiosity about machines that once flew straight into wildfires for a living.

Haunted Places to Explore in Dickinson and Medora, ND

St. Joseph’s Hospital (Dickinson):

Chateau De Mores (Medora)

Lion House (private):

Mineral Wells, TX – A Spooky Little Town

Some sights to see:

Affordable Housing Option:

The Baker Hotel:

Source of hauntings? Douglas Gerald Moore, 16, Bellhop. Date of death: 1/17/1948. https://www.newspapers.com/article/the-waco-news-tribune-douglas-gerald-moo/7656753/

Nazareth Hospital

Wyoming Frontier Prison

Some short snippets from a day tour. Suffice it to say… the place was “charged.”

Carissa Mine – South Pass City

The Historic Occidental Hotel – Buffalo, WY

I did absolutely no background research before staying overnight at The Historic Occidental Hotel. The 1880 hotel boasts distinguished and infamous guests such as: Buffalo Bill Cody, Teddy Roosevelt, and Calamity Jane. Is it haunted? I was drawn to two areas: the back staircase and the library. I later learned that the apparition of Teddy Roosevelt has been spotted in the library, and that the back staircase is another area notorious for ghost sightings.

A Tale from “Echoes of the Past:”

In the heart of downtown Buffalo, Wyoming, there stood a historic hotel with a secret. The locals whispered about its haunted halls and the cursed library that resided within. No one dared to venture into that part of the hotel after sundown, for fear of encountering the spirits that were said to roam freely among the books.

One chilly evening, a young traveler named Emily arrived in town, seeking refuge from the relentless winter winds. She was drawn to the old hotel by its rustic charm and the promise of a warm bed for the night. Unfazed by the ominous tales whispered by the townsfolk, Emily checked into a room on the second floor of The Historic Occidental Hotel, just down the hall from the infamous library.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the hotel’s creaking corridors, Emily’s curiosity got the better of her. Armed with nothing but a lantern and her courage, she slowly made her way down the hall to the haunted library. The air grew colder with each step, and the wood floors groaned under her feet.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, Emily found herself in a room straight out of another era. Dusty tomes lined the shelves, their leather bindings cracked with age. The air was thick with the scent of paper and something more elusive—a hint of lavender and pipe tobacco, as if the ghosts of long-gone readers still lingered among the stacks.

Emily wandered the shelves, running her fingers over the spines of the books. She paused at a particularly weathered volume bound in faded black leather. As she reached out to touch it, a chill ran down her spine, and she heard a whisper—a soft voice, barely audible, calling her name.

Startled, Emily spun around, but the library was empty save for her. She shook off the sensation and continued exploring, drawn deeper into the archives and forgotten stories. Every so often, she thought she caught glimpses of movement out of the corner of her eye—a fleeting shadow, a flicker of movement among the books.

Just as Emily was about to leave, she stumbled upon a desk tucked away in a secluded corner of the library. On it lay an open book, its pages yellowed with age. The title was “Echoes of the Past”. Intrigued, Emily began to read, losing herself in tales of love and loss, of triumph and tragedy, all set against the backdrop of the Old West.

As she turned the final page, a soft light began to glow from within the book. The room seemed to shimmer, and suddenly, Emily found herself surrounded by the characters from the stories she had just read—ghostly figures in old-fashioned attire, smiling and nodding as if they had been expecting her.

They spoke to her in hushed tones, recounting their tales and sharing their wisdom. Emily listened intently, captivated by their stories of life in the Old West, of hardships endured and dreams pursued. She lost track of time as the night wore on, the spirits fading back into the pages of the book as the first light of dawn crept through the library windows.

As Emily emerged from the library, her heart was filled with wonder and awe. She knew that she had experienced something extraordinary—a glimpse into the past, brought to life by the magic that lingered within the haunted library of The Historic Occidental Hotel.

A Walking Tour of South Pass City – a Wyoming Ghost Town

South Pass City

Inside South Pass Hotel and Saloon

South Pass City, Wyoming – Wolverine Mine

South Pass City, Wyoming – English Tunnel

Hank Williams Jr.’s Unforgettable Stay at Andalusia Jail, Alabama

I was on tax lien business, but got side-tracked while walking in downtown Andalusia. Having never met a dilapidated building I did not itch to enter, I had to know more about the history of the Andalusia Jail and one of its more famous, ahem, guests.

When it comes to legendary country music icons, Hank Williams Jr. is a name that resonates with fans across the globe. Known for his powerful vocals and heartfelt lyrics, Hank Jr. has had a remarkable career. However, hidden within his journey is an intriguing story that involves an unexpected detour to the Andalusia Jail in Alabama. Join us as we delve into the tale of Hank Williams Jr.’s unforgettable stay in the heart of the South.

Situated in the charming city of Andalusia, Alabama, the Andalusia Jail holds a significant place in Hank Williams Jr.’s life story. Constructed in the early 1900s, this historic structure served as the local jail for many years. Little did anyone know that it would become the backdrop for a chapter in the life of one of country music’s biggest stars.

In the early 1980s, Hank Williams Jr. found himself in an unexpected predicament during a visit to Andalusia. While details surrounding the incident vary, it is widely believed that Hank Jr. was arrested for public intoxication and disorderly conduct. The local authorities promptly escorted him to the Andalusia Jail, where he checked in for a night behind its iron bars.

The Andalusia Jail’s walls witnessed a rare moment in music history as Hank Williams Jr. became an overnight guest. As the story goes, Hank Jr. made the most of his time in confinement, entertaining both fellow inmates and law enforcement personnel with his impromptu performances. Reports suggest that his charismatic personality and musical talents charmed even the sternest of jail personnel.

Hank Williams Jr.’s stay at the Andalusia Jail holds a unique place in his career and adds a colorful chapter to his personal narrative. While the incident may have been a low point at the time, it serves as a reminder of the resilience and spirit that have defined Hank Jr.’s life and music. It also showcases his ability to turn a challenging situation into an opportunity to connect with others through the power of his art.

During his time at the Andalusia Jail, Hank Williams Jr. experienced the support of his fans and the local community. News of his arrest spread quickly, and fans flocked to the jail, offering encouragement and demonstrating their unwavering loyalty. This incident served as a testament to the enduring bond between Hank Jr. and his devoted followers.

Hank Williams Jr.’s stay at the Andalusia Jail serves as a reminder that even the most iconic figures face challenges and setbacks along their journeys. It highlights the human aspect of his life and career and showcases the power of music to bring people together, even in unexpected places. For Hank Jr., this experience served as a moment of reflection, growth, and ultimately, redemption.

The Andalusia Jail’s association with Hank Williams Jr.’s life story adds a captivating layer to the rich tapestry of his legendary career. While his stay at the jail may have been brief, the impact and memories it created endure to this day. It serves as a testament to Hank Jr.’s resilience, his ability to connect with others, and the enduring bond between artists and their fans. The Andalusia Jail will forever hold a special place in the annals of country music history, reminding us that even in challenging moments, the spirit of music can prevail.

But is it haunted? It’s an abandoned jail next to a cemetery. What do you think?

How about this, for a scary story to tell in the dark: Deep in the heart of Andalusia, Alabama, stands the imposing Andalusia Jail, a place where fear and despair once reigned supreme. Its cold stone walls and creaking iron bars hold a history that whispers tales of darkness and sorrow. Gather closely, for I shall tell you a bone-chilling story that has been passed down through generations.

In the dead of an October night, a young journalist named Emily ventured into the desolate halls of the Andalusia Jail. Armed with only a flashlight and a brave spirit, she sought to uncover the truth behind the haunted rumors that shrouded the jail. As she stepped into the eerie silence, the air grew heavy with anticipation.

As Emily explored the dimly lit corridors, a chill slithered down her spine. Shadows danced and contorted along the walls, seemingly alive with an otherworldly presence. Ignoring her growing unease, she pressed on, determined to capture evidence of the supernatural.

Entering the solitary confinement area, Emily’s heart pounded in her chest. The oppressive atmosphere engulfed her, as if the very walls of the jail held the residual anguish of the souls once confined there. In the distance, a faint sound echoed—a whisper carried on the wind, words she could not decipher.

Undeterred by the unsettling surroundings, Emily continued her investigation. But as she turned a corner, her flashlight flickered, casting eerie shadows around her. Panic began to seep into her mind as the darkness threatened to engulf her completely.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the corridor. The batteries died in her flashlight. Emily was plunged into pitch-black darkness, her heart pounding in her ears. Desperate, she fumbled for her backup light, her fingers trembling with fear.

As the beam of light cut through the darkness, Emily froze. Standing before her was a figure—pale and ethereal. Its eyes, devoid of life, stared at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. It was a tormented soul, trapped between realms, forever bound to the haunted halls of the Andalusia Jail.

Emily’s instincts screamed at her to flee, but her legs refused to move. She was paralyzed by the ghostly presence that emanated from the figure. It slowly raised a hand, reaching out as if pleading for release from its eternal torment.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Emily forced herself to turn and run. Her footsteps echoed in the empty corridors as she sprinted toward the exit, the wails of the lost spirit haunting her every step.

Escaping the clutches of the Andalusia Jail, Emily emerged into the moonlit night, gasping for breath. She glanced back at the foreboding structure, vowing never to return. The ghostly encounter had left an indelible mark on her soul, a reminder that some horrors are best left undisturbed.

To this day, the Andalusia Jail stands as a chilling testament to the pain and suffering endured within its walls. Its haunted reputation continues to draw the curious and the brave, those who dare to confront the restless spirits that linger within, forever etched in the dark history of the Andalusia Jail. — My deepest thanks to Dall-E and ChatGPT for this production.

Hotel Oatman – A ChatGPT and Dall-E Production

A trip to Oatman, AZ via Route 66 out of Kingman, AZ. I realized I had almost no photos of the trip, and in particular, was largely missing images of the donkeys.

My first attempts (without reading the instructions first) at AI generation via descriptive text instructions:

I quite enjoy the “not quite right” images of the Oman Oten and the glassy-eyed evil donkeys. They are certainly creepier than the real thing, and perfect for a ghost story setting.

The prompt I entered into ChatGPT: “Write a blog post about a ghost story at the Oatman Hotel in Oatman, AZ.” The resulting story, verbatim, without edits:

Introduction: Nestled in the heart of the historic mining town of Oatman, Arizona, stands a legendary establishment that has witnessed its fair share of ghostly encounters. The Oatman Hotel, dating back to 1902, has a rich history and a haunting tale that has intrigued visitors from near and far. Join us as we delve into the chilling ghost story that surrounds this iconic Old West hotel.

The History of Oatman Hotel: Oatman Hotel was originally built to accommodate the influx of miners during the gold rush era. Its walls have witnessed the booms and busts of the mining industry and have welcomed famous personalities, including Clark Gable and Carole Lombard, who spent their honeymoon there in the 1930s. Today, the hotel retains its authentic Wild West charm and has become a popular tourist attraction.

The Ghostly Legend: Legend has it that the ghost of a former Oatman Hotel owner, known as “Oatie,” still lingers within its walls. According to local lore, Oatie was a charismatic and hospitable figure who loved the hotel dearly. Unfortunately, tragedy struck when he was murdered during a poker game in one of the hotel’s rooms. Since then, guests and staff have reported numerous paranormal occurrences, cementing the hotel’s reputation as a haunted destination.

Eerie Encounters: Visitors have shared spine-chilling tales of unexplained footsteps, disembodied voices, and inexplicable cold spots throughout the hotel. Some have claimed to see the ghostly figure of Oatie himself, dressed in period clothing, roaming the halls or peering out from a second-story window. Others have reported flickering lights, doors opening and closing on their own, and objects mysteriously moving from their original positions.

The Haunted Room: Among the hotel’s most haunted spots is Room 15, where Oatie’s untimely demise is said to have taken place. Guests who have stayed in this room have experienced strange phenomena, including unexplained knocking on the walls, furniture rearrangement, and an overwhelming feeling of being watched. Some even claim to have encountered the ghostly apparition of Oatie sitting at the edge of their bed.

Oatman’s Ghostly Appeal: Despite its eerie reputation, the ghostly encounters at Oatman Hotel have only heightened its appeal to brave visitors and paranormal enthusiasts. Ghost tours are offered, allowing guests to explore the haunted history of the hotel and perhaps catch a glimpse of the supernatural themselves. Whether you’re a skeptic or a believer, the stories surrounding Oatman Hotel continue to fascinate and intrigue all who venture into its ghostly realm.

Conclusion: The Oatman Hotel in Oatman, Arizona, is not just a historic landmark but a place steeped in ghostly tales and unexplained phenomena. From the mysterious footsteps echoing through the halls to the apparition of the beloved former owner, Oatie, this haunted destination attracts those seeking a spine-tingling experience. Whether you believe in the paranormal or not, a visit to the Oatman Hotel promises an intriguing journey into the haunted history of the Old West.

So, if you dare to delve into the mysteries of the past and explore the realms of the supernatural, Oatman Hotel awaits your presence. Brace yourself for an unforgettable encounter with the ghostly inhabitants that reside within its timeworn walls.

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