Thirteen miles on Interstate 80, the cars and trucks were flying by but we had a wide shoulder. Derek and Nigel, 25 and 21 respectively, kept me moving at a pace more than my usual. After the lunch break at Saratogo (a nice little town where the wealthy flock to in the winter and summer months), we hammer out the last nineteen miles. It was hot, hilly and the wind was on our nose. A cold beer was the first thing on our agenda upon arrival. The camp site was across the street from the watering hole, gorgeous place right on the fast flowing Encampment River. When you see Airsteam RVs at a site you know the place is nice.
I am in my tent, laying onl my back, twenty feet back from the river. It doesn't get any better.
Wyoming is a wide open expanse of mountains and plains. I liked Montana better but the state was well worth the ride through. I have gotten a birdsye view of the landscape and hope to get back here soon.
Tomorrow I am off to Walden, fifty miles south east.
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