Here in the central plains of Washington it was sultry and hot the day I pulled off the highway into Coulee City.

I had stopped to photograph the towering grain elevators but it was the Red Dog Saloon that grabbed my attention.

The bike, the barber pole, the bricks, the neon Bud... It was a classic saloon.

The town residents, wiser than I, sat out the midday heat sipping cold beers and malted milks.