Arrived in Rosholt, a small quaint town in South Dakota. Out of the two lounges in town, one is closed on Mondays (our luck) and the other is the "Corner Bar". A poker tournament was getting started but since we were limited on time we had to pass. Instead we introduced ourselves to a friendly group, Piker (the German), Lloyd (who
se son is the only cop in town), Al (the bartender) and Al (a esident of Rosholt his entire life). They quickly began to give us the dirt on the town. We were informed that the majority of the tow
n was employed as farmers growing soy beans and corn. Due to the collision and melting of the glaciers the soil here is much newer and the crops love it. Al gave us a local beer to take home with us as well as a chip for a free draft beer on our next visit to the Corner bar. Thanks for the keepsakes Al!
se son is the only cop in town), Al (the bartender) and Al (a esident of Rosholt his entire life). They quickly began to give us the dirt on the town. We were informed that the majority of the tow
n was employed as farmers growing soy beans and corn. Due to the collision and melting of the glaciers the soil here is much newer and the crops love it. Al gave us a local beer to take home with us as well as a chip for a free draft beer on our next visit to the Corner bar. Thanks for the keepsakes Al!
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