When we left Beartooth Pass, we entered more rural lands and stopped at some shady bars in some crusty towns. We roamed Wyoming and South Dakota and accidentally back into Wyoming.
Ranchester, WY
You can see the majority of the 570 Ranchester population in here on any given night.
Wolf taking a photo incognito to hide the technology.
For the win. Bar starting to fill up at 4pm.
Deadwood, SD
Two pals hitting up the old gangster town.
A rare local amongst the Disneylike tourists.
Wolf eager to waste a dollar.
Peter's dollar went $8.50 further.
Newcastle, WY
Wolf provided the directions and took us on the 85, instead of the 385. We lost a day and had to camp in Newcastle. So naturally, we hit the bars.
Sporting a flanel hoping to go unnoticed by the biker regulars.
The bartender was nice enough to set down his lit cigarette to play Wolf in a game of pool. Wolf let him win...
Off to our next shady bar.
Still alive. Off to do some tent drinking.
Slept like a baby.
Jim Croce - "Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown"
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