Sunday, July 1 was a day I will always remember--the day I rode my bike against headwinds with gusts of up to 40 mph. The 15-mile stretch south of Jeffrey City, Wyoming, was one of the challenges that make this an adventure and not just a vacation. The winds don’t just seem to come at you, they swirl around you, over you, through you. They are all you can hear and you don’t dare look away from the road in front of you. Good fun, those winds.
We spent Sunday evening in the Jeffrey City Community Church along with nine other cyclists. There was no grocery store in town so John and I scraped the bottom of the food bag to make dinner, breakfast, and lunch for the next day. And a true mystery—we left THREE chocolate puddings in the fridge Sunday night but woke to ONLY TWO! We shall call this The Mystery of the Chocolate Pudding Bandit. May the lord have mercy on their soul.