A bit off of Highway 281 (well, by 10 miles or so) we find Butte, running on either side of Highway 12, where Highway 11 bumps into Highway 12. Overall, a delightful place to visit, and all things considered, it felt much bigger than having 452 people.

452. Not bad, but not too big that you're just a nameless resident.	Curses! If I were here 12 days later, I could get Flappy to make me pancakes.	So, the doctor is in a single-wide mobile home...
... and the bar, the Corner Bar, is in a permanent brick building. Interesting, isn't it?	Local art work in the usual mural fashion.	Propane tank farm. I bet when they're ripe, those saplings will be as big as the mama tank.