There's a reason why the Wind River Range is so named.
I procrastinate til 10 am over whether to layover today or push on to Riverton, and at the last minute, and probably from seeing Brian shove off this morning, I decide to leave too. A bit of bike cleaning, shopping, banking and mailing need to occur and at noon, and with a fine tailwind, I put the outkirts of Dubois behind. I soon cross paths with Paul Brennan (trip blog on Twitter) who is following the Transamerica bike route, having started in Virginia, and hopes to finish up by the 4th of July in Florence, Oregon. Yes, more crazyguysonbikes than one would think.
I'm a bit tired today, esp. the SIT muscle. Legs are down a quart as well. The terrain is mostly gentle, though with winds changing direction frequently, but predominantly from the northeast. From my vector, this is a nasty sidewind, and I find myself having to strain to lean into it to make progress. Plus, the dog decides to play "Stand up Sally" for most of the afternoon, further slowing me to less than 10 mph. (Stay tuned for an action photo of the flying hound, as soon as I perfect the simultaneous "ride and photoshoot" . So far, the photos are mostly of my dairyaire and the sky.) Pass Bull Lake, then Morton, then stop at Kinnear in the Wind River Indian Reservation for a quick ice cream at 6 pm. It's late and the winds are still strong and against me. I ask the very friendly shopkeeper at the Kinnear convenience store how far it is to Riverton and he replies "23 miles". Not half a mile out of town is a destination sign the notes "Riverton 18 miles". Go figure. Anyway, after 18-23 more miles, with the needle on "Empty", I land at the Paintbrush Motel just east of town at 8 pm. The winds blow into the night.
The last few days have been exhausting and I'll definitely lay over here tomorrow.
Passed 1200 miles today, 25 days out.
I procrastinate til 10 am over whether to layover today or push on to Riverton, and at the last minute, and probably from seeing Brian shove off this morning, I decide to leave too. A bit of bike cleaning, shopping, banking and mailing need to occur and at noon, and with a fine tailwind, I put the outkirts of Dubois behind. I soon cross paths with Paul Brennan (trip blog on Twitter) who is following the Transamerica bike route, having started in Virginia, and hopes to finish up by the 4th of July in Florence, Oregon. Yes, more crazyguysonbikes than one would think.
I'm a bit tired today, esp. the SIT muscle. Legs are down a quart as well. The terrain is mostly gentle, though with winds changing direction frequently, but predominantly from the northeast. From my vector, this is a nasty sidewind, and I find myself having to strain to lean into it to make progress. Plus, the dog decides to play "Stand up Sally" for most of the afternoon, further slowing me to less than 10 mph. (Stay tuned for an action photo of the flying hound, as soon as I perfect the simultaneous "ride and photoshoot" . So far, the photos are mostly of my dairyaire and the sky.) Pass Bull Lake, then Morton, then stop at Kinnear in the Wind River Indian Reservation for a quick ice cream at 6 pm. It's late and the winds are still strong and against me. I ask the very friendly shopkeeper at the Kinnear convenience store how far it is to Riverton and he replies "23 miles". Not half a mile out of town is a destination sign the notes "Riverton 18 miles". Go figure. Anyway, after 18-23 more miles, with the needle on "Empty", I land at the Paintbrush Motel just east of town at 8 pm. The winds blow into the night.
The last few days have been exhausting and I'll definitely lay over here tomorrow.
Passed 1200 miles today, 25 days out.
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