vendredi 19 août 2011
Dew Drop Inn, Absarokee, MT
Last night, we ventured out to the Grizzly Bar in Roscoe, which is about 20 miles away. It is a cute little town on Rosebud Creek, and the Grizzly Bar is a restaurant/bar inside a log cabin, across the street from the old dance hall where Liz's parents Bill and Joy met as teenagers. Liz is my sister-in-law; she lived in Billings until she was a teenager and spent lots of time out here in the foothills of the Beartooth Mountains. The food at the Grizzly is not too bad, and I was able to find a vegan option: pasta with steamed veggies. Normally, it is served in an alfredo sauce, but our waiter was happy to serve it in a little olive oil instead. We took the scenic route home -- actually, every route is scenic, but this was spectacular. The Beartooth Mountains with their snowy caps, the last traces of sunlight on the dark blue crags offsetting the golden yellow fields in a way that says: Montana, the blue and yellow state. We stopped in at Montana Jack's (formerly Montana Hannah's) for a nightcap and closed the place down with none other than the owner of the Dew Drop Inn. The girls approached him as they would a mega star: the Justin Bieber of Absarokee!!! After all, this place is our bargaining chip with them. We can only get them out of the cabin and into the wild if we promise to stop at the Dew Drop when it is all over. Unfortunately, I did not have my camera or I would have snapped a shot of Mr Dew Drop Inn. He and Mrs Dew Drop Inn are from Michigan originally and fell in love with this part of Montana on their way back from Sturgis one year. Yes, they are Harley enthusiasts. He told us the story of leaving for Michigan, his wife on the back of his Harley, when he realized she was crying. He stopped to ask why and she said she felt like she was leaving home, not going home. So they decided to make this place their home. He has big plans for the Dew Drop Inn. Much more than corndogs and oreo milkshakes.... to be continued.