West Winds truck stop in Green River UT. But there's a story to ist amazingness that just makes it that much better. It was twards the end of a 9 day canyoneering trip with my crew and we were headin back to Colorado for some backpackin action and on the way back we decided to stop and do a short, easy canyon for one last good time. This was a very easy canyon with a few potholes that were kinda chilly, but nothin hard. Well at the very end of the canyon there is a section that gets very narrow so you have to stem to keep above it for a certain distance, not too far er hard. So we get to this point and just our damn luck, we get stuck behind a troop of unprepared, stupid, il-equipt boyscouts with absolutely NO buisness in canyon country. So were chilln waitin for probably about an hour when we start to hear frantic panicked screams. Our leader goes down to see whats goin on, only to find out that there is a 216 pound teenage boy who dropped down too early in the previously mentioned narrow spot. This lard ass is now stuck chest-to-back with his feet off the ground in a canyon. Luckily, unlike their group, we had a SPOT PLB and hit the 911. Long story short, several hours later SAR shows up at the edge of the canyon and sets up an anchor for the un-stuck people to ascend out on. At this point, it is 2:30 A.M. in the middle of canyon country when we finally all get back to the car to roll out. Having nothing but snack lunches and water for the past 12 hours, we thought it a wonderful idea to stop in at a truck stop, West Winds, and chow the fuck down. I of course ordered a fat burger and fries. And that, my friends, is the story of my best burger ever.