Saturday's driving was slow. Dad said the first 86 miles took three hours. He needed a break so we stopped in Clover, Montana for lunch. Clover's business district was one bar and grill (smoke free). Mom wanted a hotel, but the closest one was 50 miles away in Forsyth. After a looooong lunch, we reluctantly got back on the road.
Mom said my visit to the Clover Pub was due to our dire circumstances. I'm not allowed back into a bar until I turn 30!
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