For some reason, I felt I knew my way around the Black Hills pretty well. I did not feel a map was needed. I could have not been more wrong. Instead of taking 385 SE, I took 85 W and ended up in Wyoming.
When we stopped at Perkins, we saw they had a long line and decided to take our chances on the road. (Never ever take a chance on the road) As we drove out of Deadwood and headed into Lead, we admired the Black Hills.
After about a half hour, I started wondering where all the advertisements were. I had never heard of the towns "Four Corners" and "Newcastle" listed on the big green signs we passed.
"Awww what the heck? Hmmm... I guess this is part of the adventure."
A voice came from the backseat... "Mom? Are we lost?"
"No!" I insisted. We were not lost.... I hoped
We had admired the cliffs and beautiful trees.
"Mom?" Another voice came from the backseat. "I'm hungry."
"We'll find a place up ahead dear!" I called back and smiled.
And then, we passed a sign... I glanced sideways to Jason... "Did that sign just say Wyoming?"
"aaaaa yeah - Welcome to Wyoming."
"Do we have a map somewhere?"
Jason dug around our car and found our little tiny map....
"I think we should just turn around."
"But - dad? I'm hungry...."
And so - I stopped at Four Corners. We took a look around and only saw a post office and something that may have resembled a bed and breakfast?
We turned around. For some reason, we thought we should just turn around.
The thing is - I had to go to the bathroom.
A few miles down the road, I found a little gas station bar? Because that's common? Gas station bars are common.
I walk in and realize that I've just walked into some sort bikerish bar.
"Ummmm - May I use the bathroom?" I ask the cowboy behind the bar? There are four biker dudes/cowboys sitting at a table to my right and a biker couple to my left. All six point the way to the bathroom.
On the bathroom door, there's a sign that reads "Payin' customers only."
As I'm leaving, I find a cooler with Coke and take two along with some M&Ms that are displayed in a glass case. Next to the cash register a sign reads "BAD CHECKS = $35 or $.25 for the bullet."
I pay in cash.
"Thanks!" I call out as I leave.
"Anytime - Welcome- Have a great day!" I get from all six customers as I walk out the door.
We drive back to Spearfish.
There is no line at Perkins. We eat lunch and take 385 this time and head southeast.