Discover the Wagon Box
Welcome to the Box
Nestled in the foothills of the Bighorn Mountains, the Wagon Box spans 20 acres of rustic refinement in Story, Wyoming—a resort with a restaurant, lodging, trout streams, towering ponderosas, and horses. Home to the Fraternal Order of the Wagon, a men’s sporting and literary club, it’s a place where pine-scented air meets the crackle of fire pits and the chill of a morning plunge, rooting the good, true, and beautiful in rugged soil.
In the Foothills of the Bighorns
Miles of hiking trails wind through the mountains, their switchbacks revealing vistas that stretch toward forever. By the streams, world-class fly fishing beckons—cast a line and feel the tug of a cutthroat trout. A corral stands ready to carry you up into the high country. Archery targets and bows strung taut for a steady hand, while fire pits glow beside the rushing waters, their warmth cutting the evening chill as stories fill the air with the smoke.
Cold plunges in the icy streams jolt the senses awake, followed by the cedar-scented calm of saunas carved into the Clubhouse—a lodge of stone and timber, anchored by a massive fireplace that roars against the Wyoming nights.
Restaurant & Tavern
At the heart of the Box lies the restaurant, a beating pulse of camaraderie and craft. Local beers foam in frosted glasses, good wine flows from bottles dusty with promise, and cocktails are shaken with a knowing hand. The menu is hearty, served up on tables that spill onto a sprawling deck where the night stretches long. Just beyond the deck is a sandbox and goat pin where children scramble to toss feed. A horseshoe pit rings with friendly bets and a volleyball net is taut under the sun.
Live music kicks up dust, local pickers trading riffs in jam sessions that turn into dancing under the open sky. Inside, the bar gleams with old wood, copper, and brass—no bright screens, just the hum of voices and the clink of glasses. It’s a place where the room thrums with energy, where you might stumble into a fiddle duel or a late-night philosophy debate by the library’s rolling ladder, its shelves heavy with dusty classics and forbidden tomes.
Live music kicks up dust, local pickers trading riffs in jam sessions that turn into dancing under the open sky. Inside, the bar gleams with old wood, copper, and brass—no bright screens, just the hum of voices and the clink of glasses. It’s a place where the room thrums with energy, where you might stumble into a fiddle duel or a late-night philosophy debate by the library’s rolling ladder, its shelves heavy with dusty classics and forbidden tomes.
The Clubhouse
A stone and timber Clubhouse stands as the Wagon Box’s core, open 24/7 so members always have a place to crash. The Roosevelt Suite sprawls with a full kitchen, dining stretch, and a broad living area anchored by a large fireplace, perfect for late nights with the lads. Eight dorm rooms line the halls, in between an apartment and a loft room, offering beds for any traveler. A common area doubles as a workspace, while a weight room, two saunas steeped in cedar, and showers keep the body sharp. Outside, a large backyard stretches behind the lodge with a grill for gathering, and a fire pit sits by the nearby stream, embers glowing where the water runs.
Campground
Beyond the Clubhouse and Restaurant, the Campground stretches across 20 acres, a patchwork of quiet and motion. Several cabins dot the grounds framing a fishing pond where lines cast lazy arcs. Further down the trail, another cabin alongside wall tents, tipis, vintage campers, and monastic cottages with shower house stands nearby.
Streams carve out still corners for reflection, while paths and open spaces beckon—hiking boots crunch gravel, a bowstring twangs, a horse snorts as you pass a row of RVs. With plenty of room to walk and breathe, it’s a place to step away and settle in.
The Wagon Box is a place that calls you to engage, whether you’re sinking an arrow into a bullseye or nursing a whiskey by the fire pit as the stars wheel overhead, but the vision reaches further: plans for a workshop hum with the promise of sawdust and steel, while whispers of treehouses, a shooting range, and more cabins echo on the wind. This is a property alive with the clash of nature and craft, where the West still feels wild and the air carries a hint of something eternal. Breathe the mountain air, smoke a tobacco pipe by the stream, and feel the pull of a place that’s as restless and real as the men it draws.