Wyoming has redefined the term "headwind" and "crosswind" for me though. Yesterday, I rode about 115 miles from Walden, CO to Rawlins, WY. I was blown about in all directions... except from behind much to my disappointment. Most of the day it was a consistent headwind that held me to only 11 mph where I should have been averaging 15 or more. After a truckstop dinner in Sinclair (of gas station fame) I encountered far more. A crippling wind hit me from the side that made a straight course virtually impossible. When the road turned into the wind, I would struggle to make 6 mph in the easiest of gears.
Although painfully slow, I made it into Rawlins, WY. It's more or less a giant truckstop on I-80 which I had the pleasure of riding for a dozen miles yesterday. Since I was feeling under the weather for much of yesterday despite regular intakes of orange juice and adding to it the energy sapping mileage I racked up, I stuck around Rawlins today. There was no way I was getting an early start. But I have studied the forecast and readied myself to wake up extra early to try and avoid the strongest winds and steal 125 miles up to Lander tomorrow.
|I love the irony of a sticker criticizing an esoteric sport being pasted on an equally esoteric bike. I want a snowbike so bad.|
|Steamboat Springs, CO is equal parts ski town...|
|and cowboy town.|
|Bear spray. Bug spray. Don't confuse the two. The clerk at the store really didn't appreciate when I asked if I could save money and use the bug spray for both applications. Some people have no sense of humor.|
|Like I said, I hadn't seen avocados in a while. At brunch following a night on the town, it was understandable that I had the best appetite.|
|Thunderstorms and the sunset vie for attention over Steamboat.|
|Well this looks like trouble. Except for the Fig Newtons. That's a whole unopened package sitting back there.|
|Wyoming: Forever West & Forever Manhandled by Air Currents|