(The whole clan at Rock River and behind us the great Wyoming vastness)
Well, here we are again thirty days and still no flats as some would say. Great finds are great finds, last nights find was loud, liquidy and protein. All the singing one could handle we take the wrap party back to the camper. Waking up in Forrest's fifth wheel we knew more protein was short to follow. Not a bad nights sleep but a fairly short nights sleep. The morning drags as we all scuffle towards the shower in the back and one by one we all clean off those karaoke scars still apparent on our faces. With coffee and growling bellies we file away our breakfast under protein, with pancakes. Greasy and it's gravy, good, eggs and sausage. Wyoming has been pretty surprising thus far, after the snowball effect ending with showers and breakfast we are offered free roam of their house when the whole clan run off to their weekly trip to Laramie. After lazily gathering everything together and getting up the gumption to be off, oh shit! Luke has lost his sunglasses and Nick can't seem to find his right glove. They both leave Sam to his waiting and begin the search for both the eyes and hands lost in Rock River midnights. Without luck the trio traverse on into the North towards Casper.
( 25 mph headwind)
Long nights turn into long days, when your on someone else schedule but today it's our appointment to go as far as we need. The wind holding us to about a two and half hour seventeen miles we stop in Medicine bow to refuel and work out the aggravation. A nice little town with more rooms to offer in the local Virginian hotel than population of voting age. Snacks and ice cream are all it takes and we are ready to get in the face for another thirty or so miles. But wait, we have an interested party, let's see how this turns out. Turns out he was a friendly and offered us a place to crash if we would like, being we didn't leave Rock River until threeish we were already willing to cut it short because of the twenty five mile per hour headwind. We talk and exchange stories for awhile and Brad, his name, offers us his living room for the night. Hesitantly we take his number and he's off to get ready for an all night poker game. After a few minutes of convincing each other this wind is going to kill us or we are going to kill one another, with phone in hand Nick makes the call, about three minutes after Brad is half way down the highway. Well, he comes back and give us directions to his place.
(Picture us, the trio living the life in Medicine Bow)
We get moved in, in our vagabond fashion moving in takes nothing but ten minutes. Brad gives us the magic words, make yourself at home, being the bashful three we are the bathroom and kitchen are taken over by dirty bodies and dinner. With the night quiet and much needed talk between the trio, conversations have a tendency to lack any breadth or interest when trying to keep seventeen miles per hour. With a short day under the belt buckles of Wyoming's newest heterosexual love trio we plan a long day to Casper and hit the sack..... good dreams and snoring ensue.
Thank you Brad.
You are so rad.
Miles: 17
Morale: Save happiness for another day.
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