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Monday, July 12, 2010

Day 17 - Dubois to Riverton - Tough Day in the Wind River Valley





Tough day today.

Is this ride too much for me?






I trained my heart out this spring, but I can't seem to keep up.

Dereka suggests breakfast on our own in town to avoid the extra 4 miles to get to the food provided by ABB.

So I treat Al to a meal at Daylight Donuts.

Cute local place...







We help sing Happy Birthday to local girl, Zoe.

After breakfast I run across the street to the ATM in the grocery...

Trouble with my contacts...

Delay...





I look up and everyone is gone...

I'm the last biker left in town...

And we have a head wind coming...

Not too bad now, but I'm worried about a repeat of the horrible wind from yesterday...

So I book it out of town...




Past gorgeous scenery...



The Wind River Valley - sacred to the Native Americans.




Wonderful rocks...

sculpted by this wind...





I take no time to appreciate...

It's snap one or two quick photos and hurry on...



Hurry, hurry...

Is this the right bike ride for me?

I want to savor the moments...





Take the time to learn about the land here - the habitat, plants, rocks...

I want to hear the Indian legends - how Sacagawea may  be buried here after wandering the West for many years after Lewis and Clark...

How Chief Washakie defeated the Crow Indians near this butte and celebrated by carrying the rival chief's heart on his spear...

Thus the name of the rock - Crow Heart Butte....

I would like a ride that averages 60 miles a day, not 80.

Enough to give us more time to breathe..



...to enjoy the wonderful scenery...

maybe if I were a stronger biker like the rest of them...

I'm so tired.

I'm angry.

Why did Alex leave me behind?

I need her help facing this wind.

I'm not enjoying this ride...

It just seems to be pedaling one place to the next with a quick glance to the scenery and move on.

When I was in college I took my boyfriend to a zoo.
He was the fastest zoo-goer I've ever seen.
He rushed past each cage - saw the lion, check off the elephant.
He finished that zoo in record time.
But I didn't think he'd really seen anything.

That's how I feel right now.
Checking off the sights one by one and moving on.
They all run together in my head.
It's too much...



I finally see Ellen at the lonely store in the country...




Tired dog in a pick-up truck...



As we bolt our food - energy bars now, nothing to linger over - I do get to see the saddles George is selling next door.




History in these saddles - this one was traded in by a 92 year old trapper.




What stories this saddle could tell.

And what stories will my bike saddle tell?

Don't know.
Gotta go.

Rest half way.

Another Power Bar.

Arrive in Riverton.

Laundry.

Food.

Bed.



Worn out.

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