Approaching Muddy Gap, Wyoming on Highway 287

This is what cycle touring is all about.  The sight of such an ominous looking sky instills fear and anxiety.  So, before it hits, I make myself rain ready: rain covers over the panniers (where there are dry clothes inside a plastic bag), tent and sleeping bag stowed inside garbage bags, rain jacket on with hood at the ready, a ball cap hanging from my handlebars ready to shield my eyes from the rain and keep the hood off my face, and heavy duty zip loc bags over my shoes.

Once I'm that well prepared a great feeling of calm and confidence comes over me and I know I can take anything.  Now I can play.

This storm swept over me with gale force winds pushing from behind.  At one point I made a wrong turn.  Realizing it right away, I turned around and headed back into the driving rain.  The wind was so strong that, even standing up out of the saddle, I could barely make enough forward progress to keep the bike from falling over.

A couple of hours later, a few miles south of Muddy Gap, in Lamont, I found Sandy's B&B at the old schoolhouse that she lives in.  She gave me a discount on a bed for the night (I was the only guest there).  She does that for everyone that arrives under their own power.  Sandy is a wonderful soul and we spent hours talking that evening and the next morning before I left.

These are the days that empower me.

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