69 miles in 5.16 hours – Max Speed 31mph
Good morning from Wyoming!
I got up early and headed through the small town of Lyman the next morning. However, I was almost all the way through it and had not seen any restaurants that were open yet. I was beginning to panic because I knew this was the only town until I reached Green River, right near my final destination, so I needed to eat. Luckily, there was a cafe at the far end of town that was open.
I went in, ate way too much, and then talked to the people in there for a while. One mentioned that he saw me the night before working up the ridiculous hills and he said that he considered stopping to ask if I needed a ride. I said thanks, I guess, but that I would have turned him down anyway, so no harm was done. He said the rest of the state would be more flat compared to what I went through the day before, so that made me happy.
Anyway, my plan was to go to Rock Springs and get a room in the Holiday Inn to allow me to get my free room that I spoke of a few days ago. It was expensive, but cheaper than any of the other possibilities. As promised the route was somewhat flatter than it had been for the last few weeks, and I had a nice tailwind which pushed me along.
Business route 80, which I took in the morning, was really busy as you can plainly see.
These signs are all over Wyoming... I guess they have to close the interstate quite a bit in the Winter.
I did some easy highway riding and arrived at the Holiday Inn at around 2pm. Once I got into the room it poured outside, which made me happy that I managed to avoid that.
A little highway riding.
Views heading into Rock Springs. My hand makes a cameo in the upper left. That is the lazy man's way to make the intelligent auto of one's camera brighten everything up. Was that last sentence English?
More Rock Springs
Yet more Rock Springs
I showered and threw some things into the laundry, and when that I done I took a little walk over to the Wal-Mart to buy some Gatorade, toiletries, granola bars, and most importantly, a huge box of Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies. Once I got back to the room I realized how preposterously large this box was so I ate three of them that night and put the rest into a bag. They were still heavy and took up a lot of space, and not only that, now my stomach hurt from eating too many oatmeal cream pies. Oh well, bike touring isn’t fun and games all the time.
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