I had a bit of a lie in this morning as I knew I didn’t have far to go today. I was out of the motel by 06.30 and started looking for somewhere to have breakfast. I cycled around town, but nowhere was open – It didn’t even seem like there was anywhere that sold breakfast. I had a look at the map, and saw that the next town on the map was Walcott – 20 miles away. I pushed on, and made really good time – the terrain was the least challenging since Kansas. It was warmer today, so I could enjoy my surroundings a bit more. I have left the peaks of Colorado behind, but the landscape is far from featureless with high bluffs and ridgelines punctuating the landscape.
I arrived in Walcott, only to find nothing there – the map described a small town, in fact there was a closed service station and a couple of shacks! I was glad I had a look though – as I was making my way back to the route, I saw loads of pronghorn antalope about 20ft from me. It felt odd to be standing near a major road, and looking at a herd of antalope. The next strech was on an interstate. In Wyoming you are aloud to cycle on the interstates – most of the western states allow it as there are few alternate routes. This was my second time on one – I had my first taste of interstate riding after taking a wrong turn on my first day in Virginia. It made a nice change to the road I had been on for the first part of the morning: that road had a really rough surface, with a poorly repaired crack every 15ft – making for a bumpy ride. I cycled another 16 miles to a diner attached to a service station, and finally had breakfast. I only had about 6 miles to go until I reached Rawlins, so I relaxed over breakfast – I have yet to master the knack of not getting refills on coffee. I always intend to tell the waitress I don’t want anymore, but they always seem to swoop when you have a mouthful of eggs – making anything other than a gurgle in their direction impossible.
I’m getting an early night tonight, as I have a big day tomorrow – I’m going to try and make it to Lander, about 120 miles away. All there is between here and there is a ghost town that I’ve heard is an unpleasant place to spend the night.