I left Deadwood and had breakfast at the Boulder Creek Saloon, a Sturgis bike rally hangout. We soon entered Wyoming and familiar sites were becoming available. Along the Wyoming leg of the trip I could see a spectacular view of the Bighorn Mountain Range and many antelope herds.
While in Wyoming, Slinky got a craving for seafood. Although
I told him the pickings would be slim, he insisted on finding that the locals eat. I did inform him they do prepare oysters, Rocky Mountain style. When we stopped for gas he asked one of the locals where he could get a plateful of the western fare.
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Rocky mountain oysters,cold weather and long boring drives all sound more fun than a mjp hearing. Wait for me in Deadwood, I'll be there Tuesday. Be safe.
I always wondered why you packed your own lunch and ate it behind closed doors everyday. Don't get too hung up on the oysters I saw where you put slinky in the Elvis picture.
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