But even Rodriguez occasionally needs to come in out of the wet. After nightfall, he often pulls back the squeaky screen door and joins other anglers in the only place to eat in Craig - yep, the trout shop cafe. Some nights, defeated anglers sit staring into their coffee, some perhaps wondering what they are doing in Craig. On other nights, when the fishing has been good, the gathering is raucous. Customers are free to shuttle back and forth across the dusty parking lot to the beer joint, a squat building the color of algae, languishing beneath a towering cottonwood tree.
Real cowboys drink there, often while picking at guitars.
Given that the trout shop and bar are the only two businesses in downtown Craig, and that at any given time you're apt to find more dogs than people wandering the streets, Craig begs to be called a one-horse town. Call now or drop me an e-mail at your convenience.