Day 46: Jeffrey City to Lander, WY (60 miles) Day 47: Rest/"Holy God it's windy" Day

We woke up in the trailer we were staying in and stumbled our way over to the Split Rock, where Vikki made us a large pile of pancakes and we said our goodbyes. We made our way along the final route to Lander. Along the way, we got a totally awesome and scenic downhill into Beaver Rim.


Totally sweet downhill




Lander is a pretty hip town with NOLS and a few other things going for it. I got the front wheel of Trixie fixed and bought a new bike helmet. Dustin and Jon did laundry. I took a shower at the community pool. Then, as in most days, we stopped in at the brewery where we started chatting with the congenial cyclist/bartender. We talked some about touring and beer and life in Lander. It was slowly revealed that Jim was in fact the proprietor of the brewery, in which we got to hear how he came to be. Totally cool. Jim suggested that when we got to Jackson that we try to look-up folks on warmshowers to stay with, and had a few people in mind. Warmshowers is a website that allows cyclists to network with other cyclists for places to stay/shower along the road. I hadn't tried it, but his vote of encouragement helped alot. Awesome!

We knew there was going to be some wind, but the 40 mph headwind did not seem fun. Dustin needed to make it to Jackson, where Jon and I stayed to see if the wind would improve. Well.... it didn't :/ We figured that we could still make it to Jackson in 2 days without having to get our butts kicked by the wind. So, we took a day camping, using the internet and hanging out again in Lander.

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