It's been a burger joint for 30 years, and you could tell it was good from the clientele. Half the people there were 70 year old cowboys that could quite possibly have been Sam Elliot, they certainly had the mustaches for it. The other half were 50 year old bikers. Different decades, different dreams, but any one of them could have still kicked my ass even at that age. Luckily they were all having way too much fun to bother. One of the old cowboys was in the food line in-front of us, and he told us that he'd been coming here since it opened in the 70's, and he & his wife still show up most friday nights for the dancing! I think Sally & I need to retire out to this area...

And so with aching legs from hiking, and a belly full of a burger that despite biting & chewing, had somehow re-formed into the whole original burger again, now weighing 1 ton, we decided to head home for a nap. I crashed for 2 hours straight, which has got to the the sign of a good hearty meal.