Aug. 24, 2016 – Larra: For the life of me, I don’t know how Jim does it.
Let me back up.
After we left Mount Rushmore I went looking online for hotels. I found a deal at the Ramada Inn in Piedmont, about 15 miles NW of Rapid City and on our path home.
We got there and checked in before sunset.
But for dinner choices we had a pizza place and a supermarket. The friendly girls at the front desk said that there was a nice restaurant just two miles away, and while it was a steak house, they had fish on the menu. So we drove over.
We took a peek into the dining room, and Jim suggested we sit at the bar, so we did. There were only a few people there when we sat down, but by the time we ordered people had started drifting in. This place was more cowboy than I’d ever seen. Wow.
We were sitting at the end of the bar, and across the corner from us two cowboys and an Indian girl sat down. Well, Jim started chatting with them, and they talked about farming, trucking, pickup trucks, bull riding, and I don’t know what-all. Within minutes they were like Jim’s old buddies, and by the time we left they’d bought us two rounds of shots.
I don’t know how Jim does it!