Man, Wyoming is some tough country. The past three days have provided us with the fiercest winds yet. We get just close enough to our destination to want to kick our feet up on our handlebars and roll right into town, and then the blustery gusts blow right into our tired faces for the last 10-20 miles. It feels like the wind is alive, and interacting with us, and is a big jerk with a bad sense of humor. Ha ha Wind, you got us again! You jokester, you!
Yesterday was one of our toughest days, ending in Jeffrey City (once called "Home on the Range" --- no joke)."City" is a wild exaggeration; really all there was in town was a bar and an abandoned building which we slept in. "Slept" is also a wild exaggeration. More like got pestered by persistent mosquitoes throughout the dark, cold, hungry night. Ah, Wyoming. At one time the "city" was a bustling 5,000 people because of the booming uranium mining industry. Now there are nine. However, out of those nine we met two wonderful gems, Bob and Byron. Bob is a rocking sweet citizen of J.C. Byron is a local potter who has just opened an amazing studio in Jeffrey City. A blinking "open" sign attracted us to his studio around 9 pm. He invited us in, gave us a tour and did an exchange. Thank you Byron for the inspiration and amazing hospitality at your sweet home on the range.
Today we got treated right by this big, hard, intimidating state. Everything here is big: The hills, the rocks, the sky, our appetites. But everything was in our favor today. We coasted mostly downhill for our 60 mile day, floating above a landscape too beautiful to do right by writing about it. We saw mountains, streams, red rocks, pastures, all vibrant with color and glory. It was our most beautiful day yet. We ended in Lander, our first honest-to-goodness town in days. They have restaurants here, and a library! I think they even have showers! What have we done to deserve all this?
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