At Bar M ChuckWagon

Today we ate at the most wonderful restaurant. It was called the Bar M Chuckwagon. It had a gunfight at 7, and they used ammo. (Just kidding) But they did shoot at each other with blanks, and the sheriff won, of course. He sent the bad guys to a boot hill grave, because they wouldn’t didn’t want to go to jail because it is always the same food, chicken or beef…just like the Bar M.

But it turns out the Bar M’s chicken and beef was pretty good. They also had really good potatoes, cake and lemonade. And I hear the coffee is good, but I didn’t try it because you had ten seconds to get back to the table with the coffee in a tin cup before it burnt your hand.

We camp in a campground with showers!