First Stop: King's Saddlery and Museum. A riding store and museum where you will find a little bit of this, and a little bit of that...
Saddles for sale...
A spinning wheel... No, don't ask me why or what it is doing here...
A washing machine.... Remember we saw one of these at the museum of clean in Pocatello, ID?
A black bear...
A MATE!!!!!!!!!! 😲😲😲
Here is the story of the mate: between all of the riding artifacts at the museum, J sees this mate. Now he himself is drinking mate, with his mate and thermos. He takes a pic of this mate that you see here, approaches the lady that works at the museum and asks her if it is a mate indeed. To this she answers: "Hmmm I'm not sure. Let's ask the owner of the museum." They approach the owner, J asks him about the mate, he says that indeed it is one and sees that J is drinking from the mate that he brought into the store. He also tells J that he never tasted mate. J offers him to taste it and he tastes it. End of story. This guy, owner of a museum, gets to taste mate for the first time in his life, thanks to J, who happened to come into the store, mate under his arm. I'm sure this guy will never forget this day :) Nor will J. It was a really nice experience.
Now this is pretty!
Not for sale.
Thursday, May 19, 1887.
The Sheridan Post.
Worth reading.
All kinds of hammers for carving leather.
I have no clue how you call these, but there are those "pants" that cowboys wear on top of their pants to protect themselves from the horses. These are cowgirl "overpants" and they are for sale. Anyone? I must say that I'm starting to like all this cowboy/cowgirl stuff...
Finally, if you ever have a problem with your horses, here's the latest issue of Western Horseman. Enjoy!
After the King's store, we went into a famous saloon. Can't remember the name right now. What made it special, was its walls, covered in tiles representing the different "stamps" that the different ranches engrave in their animals. Can you see them?
If you pay attention, you can see that on the top of the tile there is the name of the ranch, then comes the stamp, and then at the bottom, the city where the ranch is. These tiles cover all of the walls of the saloon. Pretty cool.
The bar area.
I loved this one :)
And the beer was super tasty. No pic of that though ;)
Another story.
While sipping a glass of beer at the aforementioned saloon in 5 min (shared, of course ;) ) because the kids are outside waiting, sitting on the street (this is the US and no one, I mean no one under the age of 21 is allowed in any premises that sell alcohol as their main business), a storm is approaching and people start talking about it. They talk about not being on the streets, very strong winds, hale, parking the car under a roof so that the hale doesn't brake the windshield, etc. I even get an automatic "Severe weather" announcement to my cell phone! No sh...! This has to be serious.
Now if you know me, you know I panicked. "We need to search for shelter" - because even with the storm, my kids wouldn't have been allowed at the saloon. American laws...
Ok, so I'm thinking, shelter, shelter, where the f... do I run to now? The sky has turned dark grey, the winds are getting stronger and it's starting to rain!
💡!
The library!!!
I remembered seeing the sign of a library when we entered downtown a few hours ago.
I had no clue if it was open or not, but I took a shot. J and K went to move the car to a safer place - not! The safer place wasn't high enough to allow for our 12' rv to get in - while M, A and I run to the library three blocks away in hope it was open.
It was. What a relief! So we get in there, greet the librarians and share our story with them before we ask them how long they think this storm will last. Their answer: they didn't even realize there was a storm coming - at that point it was already there -. They were totally cool, said these storms pass by fast, invited us to stay at the library as much as we wanted (it was 3pm and they were open until 9pm), not to worry, make yourselves at home, bla, bla, bla. Awesome ladies. One from SF, one from Idaho, one local and the other one I can't remember were from. One of them even introduced me to another lady who happened to come in with her kids and had an interesting life story. I love small towns!!!!
Bottom line, we stayed at the library for about 1:30hs but not because of the storm which never evolved from a light rain and a strong breeze, but because A and K got involved in a program about planting your own garden.
Here are their gardens, planted in the middle of a "terrible storm" worth a "severe weather alert" on my cell phone.
There's still another story. Ready?
When J and K went to move the rv to a safer place, upon arriving at the parking spot, they found out that someone had bumped into the bottom left rear view mirror of the driver's side, braking it (rv has a double mirror). No note, no sorry, no nothing. Just mirror pieces on the ground, a "deadly" storm approaching and two "men" in an unknown city. 👿👿👿
They get in the rv, go to try to park it at the "safer spot" (remember?) but the rv won't fit! More 👿👿👿. So they come with the rv to the library's parking lot, come into the library, share the story with us and try not to explode right there. I call the rv company, explain the situation, they tell us to get a mirror replacement. Have you ever seen a mirror replacement? It's a f... piece of metal paper! J gets the mirror replacement (one of the librarians offers to drive J to the store to get it but he refuses and drives himself there). He returns to the library with the "mirror replacement" and there he sits, in a tiny chair, with a pair of scissors and starts cutting our this f.... piece of paper to fit the mirror frame.
His engineering skills happened to come very handy and the mirror was ready to be reinstalled. Not that one can see anything with it, but... At least he has the upper mirror which is the biggest of both and it seems to be enough for now until we get to a big city where the rv company has a hub and they can fix it for us there.
End of story.
What's next?
The Sheridan Inn.
The only story that I have about this one, is a pretty lame one and it's about this lady, the receptionist.
When we entered the hotel, we told her that we were coming to see the building and asked her if there were any guided tours to which she answered: "unfortunately no". Two minutes later, an older person comes in an thanks her for the wonderful tour that she just gave him.
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