I just stopped for lunch in Dubois, Wyoming, on my way to camp in Grand Teton National Park. I thought I blended. Wearing my denim jacket and cowboy hat, I just ordered the steak. I bragged to the waitress that I will be camping and was wondering if there’s a place around here likely to sell firewood. She looked at me like I was something unpleasant on the bottom of her shoe and said, “No, people around here cut their own wood.”
If you’re ever in Dubois, I recommend the steakhouse. It’s called Steakhouse.