From the cockpit, the Evanston Airport is a bold graphic, contrasting figure in a sweeping landscape of grass and brush. It is the symbolic and actual centroid of the arcing trajectories of planes flying across the High West Plains.
Beside the tarmac, the airport fulfills the technical and social needs required of air travel, and the transition from earth to air. The building’s main path between air and ground travel transects the waiting area, an airy space with the ceiling telescoping back to a glass wall that invites views of incoming, departing, and passing flights. Pilots, travelers, stunt fliers, and expeditions en route to the Wyoming wilderness cross paths here.
More specialized and private spaces for charting maps and weather, a lounge for extended stays, a conference room, and the service hangar peel off the main corridor running parallel to the runway.
The EVAirport defies its location in the lonely hills of the high desert by collecting the paths of many into one location.