This is why I asked! My memories of going to St Anthony Idaho looms in the back of my little pea brain. It was quite traumatic to travel thirteen hours, three up in my standard cab pick-up, a sand rail on a trailer my bike and all our camping gear in the back of the truck, we looked like some sort of a rolling flea market going down the road. It is the end of July, so its is well into triple digit temps, we get to the St Anthony dunes and our first mission is a booze run. We head into the nearby town and spend ten minutes looking for the beer isle, finally we ask one of the check out ladies where the beer isle is, and she looked at us like we were a bunch of heathens and says"this is a dry county, the nearest liqueur store is seventy five miles from here!". We SH!T! What in the F$%K is a DRY county! Seventy five miles later we were back in business and drinking heavily! OH good times....I thought they made this crap up for movies, and from what I can see, most of the people that live there, could use a good stiff drink!