So, Expect Nothing is the title of the post I plan to write, not an admonition to you as a reader of this blog. That being said, I don’t have a post for you again today. It was a very long day. I had to ford four streams, one twice, ride with wet shoes, ride in my tennies (when my feet started to hurt), battle cattle (again), navigate around a boggy ranch site when the map I was using was wrong (not Jan’s fault), and . . . Oh yes, this is Wyoming, so, DO ALL OF THAT IN A RAGING HEADWIND.
My consolation was about a quart of ice cream (no kidding) in Farson, WY, where I am camping in a primitive campground behind a— I mean, “the”—only store in town.
Tomorrow I head for Granger, where someone will prepare a veggie meal for me and help me find a place to camp because the town is using the park for a July 4 celebration. I am nearly half done with this leg, and in my more tired moments, like when I’m yelling at the wind, way more than half done with this ride. But I am here. And Salt Lake is there. So I’ll stick it out another week or so, and who knows, maybe the wind will cooperate.
Thanks for your patience!
Ice cream heals many wounds. At First it looked like a fritter. Good winds for tomorrow.
Must be post-Tour De Fritter trauma! I haven’t seen baked goods in a few days, but hope to soon.
Hang in there Scott… so close!
Yep. This is me, hanging in!