Red hills

riding on from Dubois there was little or nothing around for 40miles, so pulled  into a community cowboy gathering for some peach cobbler, and the big money maker when i visited was waiting for a chicken to lay an egg in a chicken coup, with the numbers in squares on the floor. Looking a little out of place among the stetson and jeans wearing, truck driving cowboys with me in my cycling shorts, i said i'd continue on. Then came the red hills, with little else around. There was an Indian reservation on my way into lander, and it's great to get a few encouraging comments along the way.