“Flyover states.” It’s a term often used with a shrug, a dismissive label for the vast swathes of America people pass over on their way from coast to coast. At 30,000 feet, the prairies and plains of the West look like an endless patchwork—too easily overlooked, too quickly forgotten. But to see these states only from the air is to miss their heartbeat entirely.
This past September, my wife and I decided to take the long way from North Carolina to Wyoming for an antelope hunt. Hurricane Helene was chewing up the East Coast as we set out, the rain relentless and the skies heavy. Somewhere in Charleston, West Virginia, crossing the Kanawha River on the Chuck Yeager Bridge, my phone rang.
It was Jim, my best friend from my college days at East Carolina University. After the usual catching up, I told him we were bound for McFadden, Wyoming. He didn’t skip a beat: “If you pass through Cheyenne, you have to stop in Pine Bluffs and meet my buddy Chad. He runs a distillery—bourbon, gin, vodka, the works. You’ll love it.”
A distillery in the middle of Wyoming? My curiosity spiked like a Labrador catching sight of a flock of mallards. Jim promised to give his friend a heads-up. Minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message inviting us to drop in whenever we made it to town.
The Road to Pine Bluffs
Two days later, after a brief stop in Sidney, Nebraska—my wife picking up a sweater at Cabela’s, me admiring the taxidermy—we found ourselves ahead of schedule. The distillery wasn’t due to open until 1:00 p.m., but our host sent back a quick reply: “Come on over. I’ll open up early and give you the grand tour. Oh, and watch the speed limit, the Pine Bluffs Police are serious about it.”
He wasn’t exaggerating. As we crossed the railroad tracks into town, we passed a driver already pulled over for testing the limits of local patience. Moments later, we rolled up to a large metal building that housed Pine Bluffs Distilling. At the door stood the man himself: broad-shouldered, long-bearded, and greeting us with the easy warmth of someone who’s used to making strangers feel like old friends.







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