There have been a couple of people unsure if I will still make it to Los Angeles by the 28th July. I wanted to make a schedule of major points I want to reach by certain dates. The first one is Salt Lake City – 409 miles away from Casper by Sunday night. That gives myself 6 days of riding.
The initial route down to Rawlins is not only 2 days ride away, but only has one other tiny settling along the way called Alcova. As a result I made sure I stocked up on food at Walmart. I also topped up on a few wash kit supplies and treated myself to a new bike seat cover. My awesome stitching effort was coming undone but I wanted something a bit more weatherproof.
Riding on Route 220 was pleasant enough but I also had Doug Stanhope to keep me company. This was Andrew Sewards Spotify suggestion and as it turns out had me in stitches. I must have seemed like a lunatic heartily chuckling to myself along the roadside. Dougs stuff is not for the easily offended, his stuff is very edgy but he doesn’t give a shit about what other people think – I like that, people need to learn to give less of a shit about the small stuff.
At the 25 mile mark I stopped in Alcova for a water top up and some ice cream. There I got chatting to a few people that were riding 2,000 miles on horses. As it turns out there is a big group of about 50 of them and they are sticking to the trails. I’m not risking anymore trails in Wyoming but they were heading to Salt Lake City too. I hope that I beat their asses to the city just to prove that bike power is better than horse power.
Unbeknown to me a few more hills were waiting for me and I got to 52 miles at 19:00. I was at Independence Rock which was also a very convenient rest area with shelters, toilets, drinking water and grassy areas. I had another potential 2 hours of riding time but I wasn’t sure I would find another safe place to camp between here and Rawlins. I’m all up for taking risks but I just didn’t feel as though there would be anything within 20 miles and I’m not a foolish risk taker. I would set up camp here tonight – along with 5 or so truckers who don’t like turning their engines off.
I set the tent up in 9 minutes (which I want to get down to 6) and tucked into a gourmet supper of Beanie Weenies. That’s beans and whale blubber sausage to folks in the UK. I took the opportunity to do a little blogging and had a staring competition with a very brave deer. They don’t normally come within 10 metres but since I was ninja-like, it didn’t see me for a while and bucked when it did. I can only assume it was a doe.