Location: Albany County, WY Map
Bosler Ghost Town is an abandoned settlement in Albany County in
South- Eastern Wyoming, United States. Bosler Ghost Town is a
historic abandoned town in central Albany County in a state of
Wyoming. It was founded in the late 19th century along the Laramie
River. It lies on the crossroads of US Routes 287 and 30. Bosler was
abanonded in the early 20th century as the local railroad went out
of industrial use. The climate here is fairly arid at an elevation
of 7,080 feet (2,158 meters) above sea level. Its dry cold climate
is largely the reason why many of the furtniture pieces, house
items, numerous vehicles and other remains are well preserved
despite years of neglect.
Bosler is not completely abandoned
today. About a dozen of residents still live here. The only business
that is open today is Doc's store that sells pieces of furniture
collected from the nearby residencies and a Bosler School. Although
Bosler, Wyoming is unincorporated it still has a functional post
office with the ZIP code of 82051. Numerous residencies are
abandoend and easily accessable. However you have to be careful and
watch your step as many of the wooden buildins are gradualy falling
apart and rot away. Jalan Crossland song "Bosler" describes life in
Bosler, WY as idyllic and peaceful. Today looking at the abandoned
town the song gets a new meaning.
Jalan Crossland "Bosler"
Well I write you this letter from my downtown apartment
Pray you
receive it before I am gone
Says I'm goin out West as soon as I'm
able
And I's kinda hopin you might come along
There's
somethin that's callin me when I am sleepin
Or locked in bathroom
at work gettin stoned
It tells me I'm lonesome and hard as I'm
tryin
This Emerald City don't feel like my home
I dream of a
trailer in Bosler Wyoming
With tires on the roof dear and you by
my side
We could watch Flintstones and draw unemployment
As I
dream of Bosler when I close my eyes
I picture you holdin
your Harlequin novel
Gettin baked like a pot pie in the afternoon
sun
While I fix the fan belt that goes to the engine
Of the
'69 Pinto that don't never run
And dirty faced children come
10 come 20
The fruit of our loins and the tubes we ain't tied
They play in the street and they don't ask for money
Cause in
Bosler Wyoming there ain't much to buy
I dream of a trailer
in Bosler Wyoming
With tires on the roof dear and you by my side
We can pitch horseshoes at stray cats on Sunday
As I dream of
Bosler when I close my eyes
And the wind may blow, the rain
may pitch
The TV may blare while the neighbors all bitch
We'll
have it made in the shade as we lay
on our hide away mattress
that lives in the couch
I dream of a trailer in Bosler
Wyoming
With tires on the roof dear and you by my side
We can
have hot wings and Bourbon for breakfast
And I dream of Bosler
when I close my eyes
I write you this letter from my lime
green apartment
I pray you receive it before I am gone
It says
I'm goin out west just as soon as I'm able
And I's kinda hoping
you might come along