Live for the Path

110 miles in 9.66 hours – Max Speed 43mph

I set out early because I knew that I had a big day in front of me if I wanted to make it to my final destination around 40 miles into Wyoming. I apparently set out too early because I realized a ways down the road that I did not fill my water bottles up – not smart. Luckily I saw a little college on the side of the road, so I rode up there, and their student union type building was unlocked so I filled up my bottles there.

Balloon and blue sky.

Thanks random small college!

A river in Utah

After taking care of that I got back on the road, which quickly became a highway – but a highway that I could be on. I still got off of it whenever there was a good frontage road, but I was happy to be back on the highway.

Oh yeah, there was also a big climb out of Heber, and I thought this green sign would be a sign for the summit as it had been so many times before. Well it was really at the summit, and it was a Summit, but not what I was looking for. Good timing for that county though.

A frontage road I took... 'Old Route 40'. Anytime there is a route you want to follow and a road has the same name, only with the word 'old' prepended to it, that means it goes the same place but has no traffic.

I only took this picture because I liked how one side was all green and the other was red... it is like a video game. Like going from Ashenvale to Durotar... right? Right?? You're better off if you don't know what I am talking about there.

Waterskiing

However, after a little while I hit a 30 mile stretch of construction! I was not happy about this, as they were laying down new tar, which got all over my brand new tires! It literally had to be like half a centimeter thick by the time I finally got off the forsaken stretch with new tar. Then a zillion rocks get stuck in the tar, so you are basically riding on this machine with sticky, bumpy, tires. It is not fast or smooth.

After around 30 miles it all finally fell back off, so I kept on chugging. This was a day which was surprisingly hilly. I don’t know why, but I was expecting a reasonably flat day, but I seemed to just climb and climb.

Pretty

Grrr new tar.

I took this picture because I thought that it looked like I was at high elevation in it. I think the picture actually did capture that, somehow. I could be wrong though.

Kids, if I can ride my bike into the sky, you can do anything you set your minds to.

I reached Wyoming and the town of Evanston at around 3pm and stopped in for a snack and a Starbucks break. The title of this post is what it is because I have actually never been to Wyoming, so it is the only really new state for me on the trip.

Woohoo!

I got back on the road at around 6 and headed towards Lyman, where there was a KOA. As I got going I noticed some nasty rain clouds rolling in, as usual. Not only that but there were these three huge ascents and decents on the way, and going up a big hill makes me nervous when the weather looks iffy. Anyway, it starting spitting and was thundering pretty bad, so I hung out under an overpass for a while. I already felt smart though about my decision to come north because this option would not be available to me on the smaller roads in Utah and Colorado.

I got going again and stopped in a truck stop for a late dinner. I ate and headed to the exit for Lyman. There was about 5 miles of the business 80 to go down to reach it, and at around mile 1 there was an RV Park in the small town of Fort Bridger. I stopped in to check the price, and it was nice and quiet and cheaper than the KOA so I stayed there instead.