I used most of my water but the only thing better than one cup of coffee is two.
What a great morning view.
Whoops, looks like I’m lost again.
Here’s the road to backtrack.
But look, I found a shortcut!
The shortcut evaporated.
Wisely chickening out, backtracking from my “shortcut”, and backtracking to Oil Springs Road yielded me this road sign.
Taking a break amid the cows.
Heading into the Natural Gas plant.
It turns out much of a Natural Gas plant (or maybe “field”?) is just scatteredpipes sticking out of the ground.
This is called Rainbow Cliffs, it was underwhelming.
Lander was a miracle! Free camping, with shade and grass!
A happy hippy crowd.
With dogs!
And kids to pet the dogs.
And food trucks! And beer trucks!
What more could a tired desert wanderer want?
Lander is where? Rainbow Cliffs… lol…like Jacob’s lake at Yellowstone….drove hard to get there….mud puddle!
Lander is roughly in the middle of Wyoming. Or, as I got there, three hard day’s backcountry ride from the Montana line.
Nirvana. I’ll have a cold beer and a burrito! Yessssss!
Ya know, there are a few intervals between the TW200 and a mega power ADV with weight to match. Like a 300cc honda or kawi dual sport. Even a DR 650- 100 lbs more than your bike, but 100 less than the average ADV bike.
Now that I’ve got a little more experience I think about 300-400cc is probably a sweet spot. I definitely lean more to dirt than pavement though. The TW is really designed for the most unforgiving terrain at the expense of a worn out rider.
Knocking out your bucket list buddy?
Fun is the telling of the tale later at home with a stiff iced drink in hand.
At least that’s how it is when my homemade sharpie is caught out in a squall line and even where is the shore is a SWAG (sweet wild assed guess).
At least you found the Beer Tent buddy!
Yep half the fun is telling the tale. And unlike politicians my tales really happened.
It’s cool you’ve got a homemade sharpie! One sad thing is I didn’t get to take my homemade boat out sailing this year (or last!). I had to choose between motorcycles and sailboats. Oh well, it looks like it has ridden out the elements pretty well so next year is another chance to sail. Now that I think about it, I’m a lucky guy that I have the choice between the two.
A well earned rest stop. Very similar to the Appalachan thru-hikers who tramp through the woods for days to come across ‘civilization’ and all the comfort we take for granted when living here. Soft drinks and beer was made as a reward for time spent like that. Find a restful quiet spot, drink down that cold liquid and reflect on how Good Life can be.
Exactly!