Where gas pumps go to die

Time for an update since we have a connection at last. I am weeks behind so I will try and add things in order. While we were at the Tipi in Wyoming Joe and I decided to go to Pine Bluffs on the border of Nebraska and only 15 miles up the road. There is nothing there, but we did find the place that gas pumps go to die. We also found a strange custom of dressing the dogs in pinafores and having them drag a purse along with them, or it could have just been one of the locals – we are not sure.