The Wisdom of our...
Apparently the owners of the Trading Post in Wisdom thought that Sacajawea was a little, how can I say this? Loose?
Here she is in a sexy pose above Conover's Trading Post.
This wasn't the only "strange" thing with Wisdom. Because they only camping option was a bare piece of ground managed by the American Legion, I decided to stay in a Hotel. $36 (plus tax) for the night (this, however, doesn't beat the most expensive hotel in Vietnam: $12). I really didn't sleep that well night. It may have something to do with these foxes that were caged up outside of the hotel.
Hey Foxy, Keep it Down, eh Buddy?
The sign for Hairpin Ranch signals the beginning of the day's first climb over Big Hole Pass.
Here's the climb. It almost looks like I was riding downhill, but I assure you it was up.
At the top, the Hamilton Ranch had posted these really nice information signs. This one claims that animal grazing is an effective BMP for stream bank stabilization. This may only be true for the stream bank shown in the photo.
I finally found my way to Dillon after running out of water 10 miles earlier. Fortunately, most of those miles were either downhill or flat. The crash-up derby was going on. Here's the parade of cars. See the next day's post to see how one of the cars fared (hint: not well).
These guys stayed up to 9 p.m. (it gets dark at 10 p.m.) colliding with each other. This was shortly followed by the Ozzy tribute band. That was not a problem because I was intending to sleep at 10 p.m. anyway and there's nothing that lulls me to sleep better than an Ozzy lullaby! Unluckily for me, my tent neighbors (2 couples, one foreign?) decided to play strip poker, spin the bottle or some other card game until 3 a.m. I was hoping to get up at 4 a.m.
Day 15 - Wisdom to Dillon - 69 Miles
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