Bountiful tidings from Boulder, Wyoming.
Today was tough. I spent 78 miles battling a headwind from the Southeast as I climbed my way out of the Bridger-Teton national forest and into central Wyoming.
I was sad to leave the Tetons in my rear view mirror, especially because I LOVE Jackson (I’ve spent some time skiing at the resort) and wish I could have spent some time enjoying the downtown during my all-too-brief stopover. Yet momentum demands that the TOUR move relentlessly forward, so I applied pedal to pavement and followed highway 89 south. Fortunately, the Hoback River kindly provided me with some luscious landscapes to savor as I was leaving.
As I ascended out of Brondurant Valley, the meteorology began to match my melancholy mood. The mighty wind I battled brought storm clouds on it’s coattails.
I spent the next forty miles pedaling like a maniac through cold, spitting rain attempting to outrun the thunderheads. I sang “Singin’ in the Rain” and “You are my Sunshine” at the top of my lungs while I rode.
Every dark cloud has a silver lining: this chilly, exhausted little biker arrived at his campsite to find that the host had just baked oatmeal-raisin cookies!
Have a groovy evening everyone. tomorrow I tackle Rock Springs!