After a late start from Billings, I made it to Drummond.... seems like I end up in Drummond. They roll up the sidewalks so I settled for a greasy burger at the Frosty Freeze. The Cafe was closed at 8pm. Two cowboys, one with an eye patch, told me, "she make a pretty good burger up there at the Frosty Freeze"
They were right. The old gal that runs the place offered to let me tent "by her pond"