I cooked dinner at the miserable Lion's Club park that had a porta-pottie. I didn't use it, but it looked like it had been sitting there for years. There was a small group of westbound Dutch cyclist staying there. Felt sorry for them. Had some emergency pasta and found a can of chili at the one open gas station. However, I did have lunch in the café section. The waitress was a bit inert, but not unpleasant. I didn't have any ones to leave a tip but got some when I went next door to have a beer. I returned and handed her a few bucks. She looked shocked and asked "What's this?" After dinner I walked back to the bar and ended up talking to a one-legged woman about antelope meat and the crash of the uranium market in the early 80s. She and her husband had moved to Jeffrey City so her husband could work in the mining industry. She said they were promised jobs for life. The man behind the bar was complaining about how the state was limiting elk hunting tags. Then some ranch hand looking guy stumbled into the bar. He was obviously extremely intoxicated. He bought a 12 pack, stumbled back to his car and drove off. A couple of the patrons laughed about it, like "Joe's drunk again." I was heading east and wanted to leave early the next morning before the headwinds kicked up. Couldn't get out of that town fast enough.