wanted was too pick up cold six pack of cold brew and some provisions at the local market. Offering her some honey on the way out to our bikes was met by a feisty reply. Suck it up buttercup, I am tired too. Ok, expecting a grateful response is not a given after a long haul, but civility and good manners go a long way no matter what your level of exhaustion. No matter, we found a campsite, signed in and camped on a green crowded with other cyclists. The evening was a pleasant reward for my effort to get as far as I did. The next morning another long stretch had to be crossed to get to Lander. Awesome scenery everywhere with only a few minor climbs. The temperature was in the low nineties. The wind, depending on the direction of the road, slowed me to crawl or gave me a welcomed push. Had I been sailing, I would to close hauled or running down wind. Bearing left was a lift and the right curves slowed me down. My route led me through the Wind River Reservation, a huge expanse. Seventy miles to Lander, god bless my tired legs, they just keep cranking. The park is one of the city jewels, a beautiful place with huge cotton wood trees. So many small towns have these wonderful parks; they take real good care of them. You don't find litter, the grass is mower, everything is in tip top shape. As for a shower, it was a nine block schlep across town to the local middle school. My first first visit to the facility was closed being late Sunday afternoon. The park facilities afforded me the pleasure of a wash down using the sink; you do what you have to do. Such is the bohemian life of a cross country cyclist.
Now on my rest day I will be searching for a new tent and bicycle seat; I will be buzzing around town looking for replacements. Tonight it is off to the local brewery, another brewery!
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