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!