Rawlins looks like any small midwest town, only with western scrub dotting the landscape, and a relentless 25 mile an hour wind that shakes it constantly.
My reason for stopping was I set most of the Losing Les chapter here from MITG, only if never laid eyes on it in person. It's nice to close the loop on that. I think my portrayal was pretty accurate. That's about as good as one can hope for when writing.
