Last night slept at Outlaw trails TH. Forecast called for strong winds after sunrise, however, winds blew in while dark. Velocity was strong enough to really rock the van. I left my 3 leg stool out instead of putting it away as I thought I might like to sit outside and look at the sky. By the time I finished writing yesterday’s post it was bed time and the stool remained outside. I was sure the wind blew the stool to the next downwind county. However the wind just laid it flat. Checked the Cody weather station which records wind velocity. Again, so amazing how much force a low velocity wind can exert. Speeds stayed below 20 mph. Later in the morning a gust did top 30 mph. Too windy for me to ride. Drove into town and did my wash. Drove out to coffee roasting shop to visit with the owner who is from Marquette but he was out delivering his beans. I did buy beans for next batch of cold brewed coffee.
Visited with Chris at his shop, Funvagen. How to consume time when not riding. He has a dog that lets me affectionate and loosen hair. Dog fix.
I will post pics of yesterday’s ride. Pinyon pines were in full pine cone plumage. The trail system has many black diamond sections, some I walked going down and pushed going up.
Found pieces of dead cows are hung on the fence line. If only a (or more) complete skeleton was hung which would be a start of eliminating cow grazing on public land.
Interesting con trail
Chunky challenging trail system with below grade cow created tread made for pedal strikes.
Cold temps forecast for later in the week with possible snow on Sunday. I will be leaving here tomorrow headed to Casper. Trail desert between here and there. I might not avoid snow forecast. Casper reported a 44 mph gust.
My present saddle height allows for proper leg extension for powerful stroke which has really improved my riding.
Stumbled onto a brew pub, Pat O’Hara, for a draught.
My guts are not happy.
I consume 1/8 oz of flower a month. Liquor stores here do not carry aged rum, must be big city source.
Reading Beloved. To be lost in a novel meant you were not lost in your own life. Same to visiting.
new sticker forth coming. 3 X 3. Tell me if you want one and we figure out how to get one to you
DUMP
his name
is a brand
unbrand him, he’ll go away
we are not don’s kids