We're at Thad's Diner in Rock Springs, WY. Reed initially thought it was Trudy's but we haven't been lucky enough to get a glimpse of her yet. However, we have spotted a gang of elderly cowboys at the next table (one washed his specs in his glass of ice water). Also, for sale in the gift shop: plaid shirts with the sleeves already cut off and frayed for you. Score!
Tunes: Fleetwood Mac
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