Nancy was adamant about stopping in Ingomar, which lies between Roundup and Forsyth on hwy 12. The good thing about driving on this road is that there is no traffic, what I mean by that is there are no cars, at all, for something like 200 miles. We stopped for lunch here, at the Historic Jersey Lilly Saloon and Eatery, run by Boots and June where they always have a pot of beans on the stove, I think they just add to it, so those could be the same beans as in 1933. In the earl
I loved this shot, the quintessential old west, and was planning on using it for my painting reference but as we continued to the end of the street and turned I realized this was not in fact the Main Street, and pretty as it is, I will need to save it for a painting in the future.