The Facts, The History, The Legend…
It began back some time in 1862 in what is now southwestern Wyoming at a place needing a name for a stage stop along the overland stage route. That place, where a spring of water once trickled out from a rock was appropriately named Rock Springs. By 1886 the Union Pacific Railroad Company began mining fuel for their locomotives and thereby populated the town for its rich deposits of coal. In 1888 the town had significantly grown and on the sixth of October, the folks within the municipalities of Rock Springs in the territory of Wyoming incorporated and the City of Rock Springs was born.
Now then- however similar to some mule headed stubborn old folks who founded this place, and that goes for some of our native locals and new settlers too, these HARD HEADS™ are a completely different sort of critter altogether. These ROCK-n-SPRINGS HARD HEADS™ were around long before the settlers and the native dwellers were, dating back hundreds of millions of years! While some of these local HARD HEADS™ have helped build and shape our humble heritages here in Wyoming, some of these stone cold geezers across this nation and abroad have been responsible for building magnificent places; even as the cornerstones of society and a whole heap of them responsible for many of our wonders of the world too! They have even been known to slay giants and have buried kings, yet gone completely unbeknown-st for centuries for their uncanny telepathic abilities to enchant the soul and bring some persons to a greater sense of well being.
Well all that changed in 2007 AD when a hard headed local, who just happened to be an artist and as such, being of the same wit and substance, somehow connected with them! It was like getting hit between the ears with a brick, two boulders colliding in the night! It was like peanut butter and jelly, only it made a deep thud and it hurt a heck of a lot more once he regained consciousness… but it happened just that way. When he awoke- there they were and he dwelt upon them like a nit, but eventually took them in, nurturing them and fostered them. He strived to relate with them and in doing so develop their individual identities. He spent hours, months, even years working with them…(ah-well let’s just say he spent some undetermined amount of time with each of them OK) But woe- they just wouldn’t listen, couldn’t speak and were completely un-trainable. He also found them to be just as individually dumb as a whole box of them! But then like onto himself he toiled with them until they clicked; and it happened…..he emerged from the darkened studio late one night standing there as a ghastly silhouette in the flash of light from the dreadful storm. He went outside into the wind and rain and began laughing out loud; grasping his creations and holding them up into the storm like an idiot! Not only was he being a nuisance, he was scaring the neighbors half to death! None the less there they were just he and his own creations, yet again being as dense as the very critters he clutched; they fell apart in the rain. So now wet, cold and disgusted he went back to the studio to toil. But with that aside, he eventually managed a creation of them, exploiting their hidden uniqueness, each with dull little personalities as individual and abundant as grains of sand. And so it goes and the legend lives on…and the ROCK-n- SPRINGS HARD HEADS™ rolled into this world…no moss! Enjoy!
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