This has to be the most epic place I've brewed coffee so far.
And here is my campsite:
The tree didn't do much to mitigate the wind.
I stopped at Albertson's on the way out of Cody. Inside, the cashier noticed I was travelling by bike and suggested I talk to her friend, Fred. A local rancher, he rode from Montana to Alaska, survived a Grizzly bear encounter and is just an all-around adventurer.
We talked briefly on the phone and agreed to have a more lengthy conversation about our travels in the future.
For the next several hours, I pedaled endless nothingness.
The grade was slightly downhill, with very little wind. There was a building I could see off in the distance for what seemed like an hour. The grade paired with the monotony of the landscape and that building off in the distance almost drove me to madness.
Eventually, I ended up just outside of Greybull at a firefighting aviation museum.
They had a handful of planes parked outside a small air-conditioned trailer to explore. I'm glad I stopped.
My favorite.
You could walk anywhere around the planes!
Some were open inside to explore!
The massive twin rudder of a C-119.
All the aircraft were used by Hawkins & Powers.
A little Beechcraft.
After another twenty or thirty miles in the middle of nowhere, I found a little RV Park. I grabbed food at their diner, and after talking with the owner about my journey, they let me setup my tent wherever I wanted. And take a shower.
Compassionate, nice people everywhere!
Joe