Few years back Utah made adult beer legal. In doing so we had no more reason to visit. As you can imagine, that meant employment at the border liquor stores plummeted. The women supporting their families (dad in his 17th year of waiting for management) then were forced to choose either patrolling Flying J parking lot, or to the job they had in high school. Working the pole in Rock Springs. You can imagine the stress on a family when dad has to switch to Pyramids and Natty Light. Ole boy strategically had Bud light cans every 100 ft on the back road coming home so he wouldn't get lost, now he had to start over, which makes a guy angry. That's most of their issue.
In reality Utah guy gets tired of the neverending assault of rusted square bodies with Cowboy State plates broke down in our roads. Dudes with fly windows wide open, blinker on for 70 miles, lost and swerving. No one spends more time in Utah than Wyoming does. Hospitals, Zoos, Malls, denture shops, you name it. Wyoming is in Utah more than Utah is in Utah. You can only handle cousin Eddie at holidays, yet, Wyoming is like herpes, it keeps showing up, and there is no cure.