Sorry, dear friends for the lateness of this entry. We did take an adventurous trip to Red Lodge last Tuesday. But other things have naturally distracted me. A limited report on Cowboy Coffin and Pine Box Co. is found here on BillingsFreePress.Com.
But there was more to the trip. As you can see above we are on Highway 212 with the ski-hill way in the background. You can just barely make out that big S curve on M.
As you can see there is some snow on the streets of Red Lodge, especially the side streets. Main Street looked pretty much as we remembered from a few years ago when our kids were in the skiing teen age mode and still at home. Hmm, that was quite a few years ago.
There is a nice Carnegie Library next to the train station. See above. The train station is now being used as an art gallery. I think the Library is still being used as a library, though I didn't go inside. The outskirts of town show some new buildings and a few places on Main Street have been gentrified for the tourists too. Looks like the Roman Theatre is still in business though I didn't look very closely because I was hungry.
We stopped at Foster and Logan's Pub & Grill on Main Street where the menu looked good, including a surprising number of small micro-brewers' offerings.
Red Lodge has its own brewery.
Which we didn't get a chance to visit but promise to do so next time we are in the neighborhood. The buffalo burgers at F and L's were very good. I would recommend them to my readers. And try the beer too.
It looks like there are several good places to eat in Red Lodge. One of the places we need to try soon is the Pollard Hotel.
Neat little boxes for cremated remains are also available. Please see Rand's very helpful website.
Mr Ringer was tied up but was apologetic on missing us so we will go back at some later time as both the workshop and the gallery looked like they had some interesting ideas brought to life in metal sculpture.
2 comments:
Thanks for the tour of Red Lodge! It's been about 25 years for me but it still looks much the same as I remember. I was through Cooke City this last summer though and it was a sad sight from the burn.
You are very welcome. It looked good enough that we might go back soon for one of those dinner & breakfast and overnights for two at the Pollard. Memories are odd things. They show up when you don't want them and then go missing just when you need them. Not always of course, but just enough to be unpredictable.
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