July 23 - We left Cody about 7:30 and this horse was the first sign of life we saw for miles.
We told you we would be going through some small towns. We stopped at the Emblem Post Office for stamps and met 10% of the population! This was the beginning of the agricultural part of the Big Horn River valley.
This was the strangest thing to see in the distance out in the middle of Wyoming.
Turns out that was the boneyard for this Museum of Flight and Aerial Firefighting. It was next door to the rest area. We were hot and hungry so only looked at the planes next to the entrance sign.
This guy pulled up while we were taking pictures. He has traveled over 4,000 miles in 2 months in this ATV pulling a trailer. He is asking for permission to drive it up into one of the big tranport planes so he can get a picture of him driving out of it.
We had lunch in Greybull and pushed on to Basin where it was 103 by the time we checked into the one motel in town. That made for a 64 mile day. Guess climbing all those hills is starting to pay off. We had lunch in Greybull then biked on to Basin, population 1200. It is the county seat so had all sorts of services and was a lot more pleasant than what we had seen of Greybull.
The county library was a cool place to spend the afternoon after we took long showers.They had a very nice display of quilts.
Mom and Leslie ... this one had lots of embellishments!
July 24 - Wyoming may be about beef, oil, and cowboys but ...
The Bighorn River Valley is also about corn, alfalfa, malt barley, and sugar beets! (bet you've never heard of the Wyoming Sugar Association either)
We also saw lots of pronghorn antelope all day.
Coming into Thermopolis, known for its hots springs ... However, it was over 100, there was a hill at mile 60 and we were hungry and thirsty. Hot springs just didn't sound that thrilling at the time.
In fact napping in an air conditioned room was mighty appealing.
This is Janet, one of our angels of the road. While we were unloading she came by to offer us a Key of Happiness, made by her late father-in-law out of old computer parts. It was such a simple gesture but made all the difference after such a long, hot, difficult day. Donna almost cried. We talked with her and her husband Kevin several times during the evening and while preparing to leave the next morning. She is also a cyclist and was in dismay over leaving her bike behind for this trip. They are from Springfield, IL.
July 25 - These are the Thermopolis Hot Springs. They were a lot more appealing in the cool of the morning than in yesterday's heat so we took a ride through the park after breakfast before we left town.
Getting ready to leave Thermopolis and the Elk Antler Inn ... with more than its share of cute little bears.
Heading into the Wind River Canyon.
Shank: this picture is for you. This part of the ride was a major geology lesson.
Headed up the Wind River Canyon but back in time geologically-speaking.
This train really echoed off the canyon walls. At first we thought it was a really big truck coming up behind us!
Wind River looked pretty inviting after yesterday's hot. We did see some people on a raft and in a kayak later.
We were also traveling through the Wind River Indian Reservation.
This is the older biker enjoying the shade.
As we reach the old end of the canyon.
Time to turn on our lights again. These tunnels were quite a bit shorter but they definitely didn't have any shoulder either.
As you can see we were pretty visible but still were glad nobody had to pass us.
Boyson State Park and Reservoir. There were numerous campgrounds and boat launches but not many trees. It almost looked like a watercolor painting as it stretched into the distance.
Keeping all the bikes dry at the Desert Inn in Shoshoni.
This was the first significant rain they have seen in Wyoming in months. It was accompanied by lots of thunder and lightening. The rain was such a big deal it was all the talk among the locals the next morning at breakfast. In fact, we ran into a couple of fisherman who said their campsite was flooded while they were out fishing on the reservoir and a mudslide had closed Wind River Canyon!
July 23 - We left Cody about 7:30 and this horse was the first sign of life we saw for miles.
We told you we would be going through some small towns. We stopped at the Emblem Post Office for stamps and met 10% of the population! This was the beginning of the agricultural part of the Big Horn River valley.
This was the strangest thing to see in the distance out in the middle of Wyoming.
Turns out that was the boneyard for this Museum of Flight and Aerial Firefighting. It was next door to the rest area. We were hot and hungry so only looked at the planes next to the entrance sign.
This guy pulled up while we were taking pictures. He has traveled over 4,000 miles in 2 months in this ATV pulling a trailer. He is asking for permission to drive it up into one of the big tranport planes so he can get a picture of him driving out of it.
We had lunch in Greybull and pushed on to Basin where it was 103 by the time we checked into the one motel in town. That made for a 64 mile day. Guess climbing all those hills is starting to pay off. We had lunch in Greybull then biked on to Basin, population 1200. It is the county seat so had all sorts of services and was a lot more pleasant than what we had seen of Greybull.
The county library was a cool place to spend the afternoon after we took long showers.They had a very nice display of quilts.
Mom and Leslie ... this one had lots of embellishments!
July 24 - Wyoming may be about beef, oil, and cowboys but ...
The Bighorn River Valley is also about corn, alfalfa, malt barley, and sugar beets! (bet you've never heard of the Wyoming Sugar Association either)
We also saw lots of pronghorn antelope all day.
Coming into Thermopolis, known for its hots springs ... However, it was over 100, there was a hill at mile 60 and we were hungry and thirsty. Hot springs just didn't sound that thrilling at the time.
In fact napping in an air conditioned room was mighty appealing.
This is Janet, one of our angels of the road. While we were unloading she came by to offer us a Key of Happiness, made by her late father-in-law out of old computer parts. It was such a simple gesture but made all the difference after such a long, hot, difficult day. Donna almost cried. We talked with her and her husband Kevin several times during the evening and while preparing to leave the next morning. She is also a cyclist and was in dismay over leaving her bike behind for this trip. They are from Springfield, IL.
July 25 - These are the Thermopolis Hot Springs. They were a lot more appealing in the cool of the morning than in yesterday's heat so we took a ride through the park after breakfast before we left town.
Getting ready to leave Thermopolis and the Elk Antler Inn ... with more than its share of cute little bears.
Heading into the Wind River Canyon.
Shank: this picture is for you. This part of the ride was a major geology lesson.
Headed up the Wind River Canyon but back in time geologically-speaking.
This train really echoed off the canyon walls. At first we thought it was a really big truck coming up behind us!
Wind River looked pretty inviting after yesterday's hot. We did see some people on a raft and in a kayak later.
We were also traveling through the Wind River Indian Reservation.
This is the older biker enjoying the shade.
As we reach the old end of the canyon.
Time to turn on our lights again. These tunnels were quite a bit shorter but they definitely didn't have any shoulder either.
As you can see we were pretty visible but still were glad nobody had to pass us.
Boyson State Park and Reservoir. There were numerous campgrounds and boat launches but not many trees. It almost looked like a watercolor painting as it stretched into the distance.
Keeping all the bikes dry at the Desert Inn in Shoshoni.
This was the first significant rain they have seen in Wyoming in months. It was accompanied by lots of thunder and lightening. The rain was such a big deal it was all the talk among the locals the next morning at breakfast. In fact, we ran into a couple of fisherman who said their campsite was flooded while they were out fishing on the reservoir and a mudslide had closed Wind River Canyon!
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