Pinedale, WY

Well we made it to Pinedale, me up from Boulder, James down from Missoula.

Wyoming is a tough state to ride. . It’s brutally windy—riding sideways windy, bike tossed around the lane, windy. It’s also flat and the road engineers laid the roads straight. It also tends to rain.

I tried to get off the highway and take backroads, and although the sky was big and impressive, there was no escaping the wind and rain.

All of it reminded me that I’m more than a little rusty at this long-range riding.

I got here at four and got button-holed by my 80 year old neighbor at the motel, who regaled me stories of still riding his three-wheeler around the county. Impressive and charming, if a free-flow monologue.

James got in at six and we spent the evening catching up. No stories tonight because it is late.

Tomorrow we head west.