Hello Adventurers! If you are looking for a unique, wild-west experience, look no further than the Sourdough. In the style of many old taverns, it has a wood interior covered with personalized dollar bills and anything else you care to staple to the wall with the stapler they provide. Bikes parked in front.



We stopped in the night after Beatty Days, so things had settled back down. If you want to have a drink with a real wild-west cowboy, not someone who dresses up like a wild-west cowboy for special occasions, he is here. These guys aren't pretending. This ain't Disneyland.

We had a pizza and talked to Benny, the owner. Watched a guy get given the ultimatum from the lady bar tender that, "you will not bring out the Raven, you can sit in this corner or that or leave." after a guy repeated tried to talk to the lady sitting next to me who was married to the gunfighter. Apparently "The Raven" is her alter-ego that deals with things that get out of hand. The guy paid his bill and left. We did not see the Raven.


The men's restroom (the only one I saw) is another wonder. It is covered with inscriptions from visitors past and an admonition from the management to not drop cigarette butts in the toilet.


At the crossroads of nowhere is a saloon called the Sourdough. If you've been there you know.