UPDATE: yep, Zen is correct – we headed out to Augusta, and it was awesome. Tiny community – population about 300 or so, I think – with one main street that takes you back in time. One general store, one “bunk house” hotel, a unique gift & art store, a Western clothing store, a diner, a library, and a couple of bars that double as restaurants. Friendly people (duh). And, as my elder daughter reported when she spent time there in 2006, there were quite a few dogs wandering the streets, all just as friendly as the people. On the side streets we found another hotel with a cool retro sign, the public school, and a few parks, houses, and old buildings.
And when we left Augusta, we drove a few miles north on 287 and then turned on to a gravel road, and about a mile in we came across the solitary train car perched on cement blocks, surrounded by cows (and baby cows!). I have no idea why that rail car is there, how it got there, or anything else about it…but it sure is interesting to see. And, of course, just a few miles to the west were the snow-capped Rocky Mountains. Stunning. And on a clear day, like today, the sobriquet “Big Sky” definitely applied.