Only service station in the area and they did not have gas, only diesel, but no indication of this…read moreprior to arriving in town. Plan way way way ahead.

This is an excellent family owned gas station and convenient store! The store owner went beyond…read morewhat was required or expected from any gas station I've ever been to. It is definitely worth swinging by and giving this place your attention. I'm very grateful!

wonderfully nice service! The service manager was the best and helped us replace our flat and…read morerecommended a great place to get a new tire!

I am doing about 85 MPH across Wyoming with my daughter's cats, which I've let out of their cages…read morean hour or so before. Around 6 PM, as the dying October light casts the shadows of the clouds on the rolling mocha hills, a semi drifts into my lane. I jerk the steering wheel too hard to the left, and the front tire blows, and I go into a roll. The vehicle comes to rest on its lid. With the glass from the shattered sun-roof ground into my scalp, I unfasten my seat belt and hustle out through the busted driver's side window through which both my daughter's cats have escaped already. One of the cats, a fat, orange, affectionate rascal named Max, is grabbed by an alert witness and handed over to the proprietor of this establishment. In the middle of the night, I'm released from the hospital. I'm covered in blood. My right ear sticks out like a car door. One corner of the back of my head is sheared raw. The front desk nurse has called her boyfriend, a very serious little man who works three jobs: security guard, cabbie, and Holiday Inn desk clerk. He calls his hotel, reserves a room for me, then gives me a ride in a Gremlin that is his cab and that had no meter. En route to the hotel, he agreeably stops by a liquor store, goes in with my debit card and PIN number and returns with a generously sized bottle of scotch. The next day or so, liquor and codeine at the Laramie Holiday Inn. The endless, fidgeting pursuit of any physical attitude, of any configuration of head and limbs that will relieve the pain in one part of my body without dispatching it promptly to another. One morning, I believe I have the strength to fetch Max. I drive to Elk Mountain and exit the interstate and find myself in a picture-postcard community with a single white church and a post office and little clapboard houses separated into blocks by dirt roads. In the post office, I ask the clerk how to get to the towing garage. "There are two ways." Please God, I think, just tell me one of them. He tells me I can drive up the gravel road that winds up the mountain and that, as soon as I crest it, I'll see the garage. So off I go. As I drive, my mind wanders and settles on a sign affixed to a tree, block letters, all caps: FREE STOCK. I work at Microsoft at the time, so "stock" means "shares", and I'm wondering what wily scheme is this when the sharp current of fear that preserved us until now moves my feet fast and hard to the brakes. The van fishtails and scatters a plume of gravel and dust and the bumper comes to rest two inches from the side of a steer. He is joined slowly by desultory cows that surround the van, staring stupidly at nothing in particular. Should I blow the horn? I wonder. Will they attack the van? I blow the horn. They disperse. I continue to the garage. It is vast, fronted by what looks like an abandoned gas station. The elevation is about a mile, I'm in pain, I can't breathe, it's October, the wind is biting and whips so fiercely it feels as if it might tip the van. The proprietor is late. Finally, a little old yellow Toyota pickup pulls into the garage, and I approach the window. The driver, a taciturn old man, rolls it down. "How you doin'?" he said. "Well," I answer, "I can't breath at this elevation and I'm in severe pain and I've been waiting an hour. I'm fine, I guess." Oblivious to my sarcasm, he answers, "I'm sorry. I was sure I told you I had to get the wife into Laramie for chemo before I could meet you here." Only then do I register that there is someone sitting beside him -- a pasty, bald woman with her head cradled in a neck pillow. I apologize with great conviction. He brushes my apologies aside. "Let me take her home and I'll come back and get you your cat." He returns and takes me to a place where he's put down a towel and a water dish, and for an exasperating hour, we search for Max. We pass a crushed economy car. The roof is nearly torn off, and there is a jumble of clothing and jewelry and cash and open suitcases, and a solitary spike-heeled shoe. "That one was a fatality," he says. Emotionally weakened by days of pain, I am, for a moment, attuned acutely to the unbearable sadness of someone who's just learned a daughter isn't coming home and has died violently in a place of almost lunar barrenness. It is apparent now that the entire world is having a worse day than me. After a two-hour search that covers every inch of this vast garage, we find Max in the wheel well of a truck. With him hugged to my chest, I race in great excitement to my van, trip over a trailer hitch, and split my head on the cement floor. Max flies from my arms, disappears, and for the day, I acknowledge defeat. I return to the hotel, to my liquor and codeine. The next day, I return. I pass through the station in front of the garage, and there sits the proprietor's wife and several of her friends, in front of a fuel barrel with a hole cut in it and in which wood

The inside was clean and the subway was good and quick! But it was quicker making its way to my…read morestomach lol. I got a pepperoni meatball if anyone cares. Everyone from the people at the register, to the people making my sub (especially Willy) and even the other customers, everyone was so nice! If I'm ever out this way again I WILL come back here!

They clean the bathroom so slowly. Hire 1 man to do that so your male drivers do not have to…read moresuffer. Are there no men in need of work here?

Traveling cross country from West to East, we were covering lots of miles so needed to fill up…read more This I-80 travel plaza is a good pit stop for your needs. Well stocked with snacks with clean restrooms.

Just we you have to "Get rid of some coffee" and need some gas and eats, the Stinker shows up!…read more Clean and friendly staff and fuel, for I-80, that is reasonable. Have stopped here 3-4 times on trips and never had a bad experience. Their burgers are pretty good and big for C-Store grub, BTW.

So when driving through Wyoming, you actually have to plan your gas stops a little more than you do…read morein the South, Midwest or the East Coast. There isn't necessarily a gas station every 30 minutes, but of the gas stations I stops at, this was a best one. At least the best one for clean, professional stops. There were some fun kitschy stops selling lots of big foot t shirts, but if you are looking for a clean bathroom and decent supply of snacks, this is your spot. I had a slice of their pizza and all in all for a gas station, it was pretty good.

In Rawlins WY this Maverik is set against beautiful green rolling hills off Hwy 80. They have…read morereasonably priced gas. As is typical, it is easy in and out to get gas, snacks and use the facilities. The station is clean. They have Outdoor tables to ear snacks, relax or rest. There are lots of pumps making getting gas fast and efficient. We will return

There's only two stars in the bathroom. The place is a mess. They have toilet paper paper all over…read morethe place. They didn't have no coffee. They didn't have no Denny's. There was nothing to eat. The stalls had shit in them. The place needs to be closed.

It's not fair that you choose to stop as a professional driver in this Flying j, and have to use…read morethe dirty bathrooms, the food doesn't look good. The employees are dirty and they have the gas station very dirty. It was a very bad experience.

Stopped at this truck stop while traveling for work somewhere out in the middle of Wyoming, just…read moreplanning to grab fuel and a few snacks. While we were inside, we noticed a kitchen in the back that looked surprisingly legit authentic big pots, real equipment, and what looked like a family running the whole operation. Everyone there was incredibly friendly and welcoming. We got to chatting and learned the place was run by a Sikh family. The kitchen smelled amazing, and after seeing how authentic everything looked, we figured we'd give it a shot. Normally, Indian food from a truck stop in rural Wyoming isn't something I'd experiment with knowing I still had 6-7 hours of travel ahead of me to get home, but this place completely blew us away. I ordered the chicken tikka masala with garlic naan, and my buddy got the butter chicken with plain naan. Both came out piping hot in about 10 minutes. The flavors were incredible, rich, aromatic, and perfectly balanced. Honestly better than a lot of places I've had in bigger cities. I ended up scarfing mine down while driving to the airport because it smelled too good to wait. I'm pretty particular about Indian food and usually don't eat it much outside of places like London, but this was fantastic. If I'm ever passing through that area again, I'll absolutely stop back and probably grab multiple plates. One of those unexpected road-trip food wins you don't forget.

Stopped for gas at this unsigned station in the middle of no where. Found prices here to be about a…read moredollar more than stations before and after. Our tank was getting low, so we added a couple gallons and moseyed on down the road. Paid at pump, did not go inside. No receipt from pump. Happy motoring.

cleanest hotel I have ever stayed at!! They also live up to their name. So friendly and…read moreaccommodating!!

Two nights at the motel which is sparse and basic BUT at a great price. Billy is in the process of…read moreremodeling his rooms which is needed. However, he just finished a two bedroom suite, fully furnished, with a kitchen. Really nice. I've been coming to Centennial 40 years and I appreciate the investment the owners are making in this old-established landmark. Friendly store is nicely supplied for campers and customers.

Gas pumps are open all night long! The only place for 30 miles to get gas after dark.read more

If your in Wyoming or going to go through there fill up first! Stopped here and paid $3.57 per…read moregallon for gas almost a $1.25 more then places in South Dakota and Colorado. The guy in the store is really nice and other then that it's a gas station with some animal fur for sale.