I have heard all about Red Lodge from one of my oldest and dearest friends, Alissa, her parents live there and the drive from Livingston was less than two hours and through some beautiful terrain so I had to make the trek. I was fresh off my river experience and looking a bit worse for the wear when I pulled into their driveway. Cheri, Alissa’s Mom greeted me at the door with open arms and almost immediately asked if I would be up for joining her in a ladies Bunko evening. Back to my theory of being open and trying new things on this trip I agreed. I quickly freshened up and off we headed to one of her friend’s houses for a riveting game of Bunko, which by that time I had learned is referred to as Drunko. They weren’t messing around, one of the ladies in our carpool was sitting in the back of the truck sipping on what looked to others to be 64oz of ice water but I spied the limes and I knew the real deal, this lady came prepared. Designated driver and a roadie! We arrived at a gorgeous home filled with wonderful women who were all excited to be gathered together to socialize and play this dice game. I was prepared to throw some money down on the game but it turns out they don’t wager so it was all for the fun.
Not to fret I would have my chance to bet my money the very next night, as Cheri invited me to go to the Pig Races at Bear Creek Saloon (www.redlodge.com/bearcreek). It is literally set up like a smaller, and much smellier horse track. The pigs were all walking around prior to their race and then were led into the chute. The start of the race was kicked off with the bugle music synonymous with horse racing and the gates flung opened. The pigs hit the track, some pigs ran incredibly fast some meandered in their own sweet time and the whole race was over in about 20 seconds.
The pigs were all named adorable names like Sasuagewia, Arnold Shwarthzenhogger, and Mackelribs. One of my friends cleverly suggested that one be called Lindsay Loham! Brilliant!
To bet you throw down $2.00 and choose a square, not unlike the illegal Superbowl betting we all do with our co-workers. They somehow choose random squares and those individuals are assigned a pig. I cleared the first Pig Racing hurdle and my name was called, I was in the race! However, my little piggy did NOT run wee wee wee all the way home quick enough and I lost.
Although I didn’t win the pig races, I didn’t feel like a loser, I had only been in Red Lodge for 24 hours and had already experienced two fun new activities. I can’t wait to go back and see what else the town has to offer!