Day 23 – Wyoming
Cody left me with very low expectations for Wyoming, but the morning ride turned out to be one of the best of the trip. A peaceful calm pervaded the land well into the afternoon. It was overcast and the many wildfires in the region created a haze that filled the sky for miles. The soft [...]
Cody left me with very low expectations for Wyoming, but the morning ride turned out to be one of the best of the trip. A peaceful calm pervaded the land well into the afternoon. It was overcast and the many wildfires in the region created a haze that filled the sky for miles. The soft pastel shades of the distance gave the ride an impressionistic feel, like traveling through a painting by Monet. The air was thick enough in places that sunlight would stream through in rays. That and the slight murkyness of the smoke haze gave the whole journey an underwater feel.
Leaving the park I descended back down the other side of the mountains, zigzagging around a hundred hairpin turns. It was starting to rain a bit, which added some urgency to my ride. I was ready for lunch and Sheridan was only an hour away.
The town of Sheridan is very quaint, with a nice old timey main street that looked healthy despite a nearby Walmart. I had a good lunch at LuLu’s cafe and the bought a replacement watch for the one that imploded on my trip up the chairlift in Fernie (looks like British watches are made with the same quality as British cars).
An hour later I stopped in Buffalo for a coffee and then continued on to Gillette where my hotel for the night awaited me. I’ve learned to stop judging a town from the first few streets off the interstate. The areas near freeways are often the worst, either industrial or chain fast food, gas stations or motels. It’s like entering a house through the garage – it’s not the most presentable area. So far all three towns have had a really nice main street and residential area, but all located within a beltway of outer utilitarian sameness. It will be interesting to see if this is the same in the older, eastern towns I come to. The final leg saw darkening skies and flashes of lightening in the distance. My good fortune holds and a downpour begins just as I pull into the hotel parking lot.