The Riverton General Store. We have entered Friendly Land. Before we left this place, Monica had chatted with the town police officer, fireman, and two or three of the regulars. For once it was me dragging her out the door. I thought her new friend, the owner, might cry.
We had some breakfast here and ordered some sandwiches to take out to the campground for dinner. Homemade pork and roast beef.
