Outside Lander the landscape is fairly harsh, and the roads stretch for miles in front of you. You'd see a car appear and dissappear way out ahead of you and eventually it would pass by and with a quick calculation you'd figure out it's a long way to where they first appeared. So as i was tipping away into the 60mile section with little else than sage grass to look at on the hills and the temperature was up in the high 20's by 10am, next thing a truck pulls over in front of me on the hard shoulder. I had read the maps and eventhough they were old, they suggested not cycling alone through Wyoming as people have been harrassed on the bikes, so i was thinking to myself what is going to happen here! A man jumps out of the truck puts his two hands out to stop me. Then opens up the trunk, reaches into a cooler box and pulls out a cool bottle of ice water. Asked where i was heading, told me i had a long way to go, and wished me the best. It was the nicest drop of water i had enjoyed in a while.
The stop for lunch after 60 miles was an old uranium mining town, called Jeffrey city. It had over four thousand living there in it's boom of the 60's and 70's but now there is hardly a hundred, and many of the houses that were lived in are derelictI enjoyed some fine accomodation in Lamont that evening, after these tippees had been recommended to me along the way. The owner just lets any cyclists who want to drop by and use them for the night. She also puts out some tinned food and drinks in the fridge with some supplies in case people need them... No sudocrem though
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