After Paul and Kelly’s wedding we spent a day touring Yellowstone. We spent that night at Chico Hot Springs. I felt like we’d landed in a western movie because the hallways were narrow, the floors wooden, the bedrooms sparse and had no en-suite bathrooms.
Dinner was beyond delicious and while we were eating I noticed activity at one table, several waitstaff stopped to talk to a lone diner. After a few minutes I realized it was Jeff Bridges.
It seems to be more popular now. I doubt we could now get a room in August without a reservation.
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