Sunday in Broadus, MT

A post script to Sunday’s entry: I totally forgot to mention that as we were traveling west along U.S. Highway 212 in southeastern Montana, the road turned to dirt. I kid you not. We were on a dirt road for about 10 miles! Before we hit that surprising spot, we had stopped in Broadus, MT for lunch. There is nothing out here except miles and miles of ranch land with cattle, antelope, sheep and one dead coyote by the side of the road. The waitress was a small woman with weathered skin and curly white hair. She had pinned two silk orchids in her hair that complimented her Wranglers and cowboy boots. Half of the restaurant was dedicated to the saloon and casino and had a warning sign on the door “Smoking Establishment. No one under 18 admitted”. As we placed our order several other people came in and were truly cowboys and cowgirls. I wanted to take a picture of two of the guys because they looked like they walked off the set of “Lonesome Dove”. They all knew one another and were talking about their crops, cattle and other livestock. Since these ranches are miles and miles apart, I guessed that they only come in to town on Sunday and eat out. We had what they described as Salisbury Steak, but it was ground steak with bell peppers chopped up in it. It was really good. Have you noticed that I describe every meal????