Location: Rawlins, WY (Western Hills Campground)
I slept like a rock in Frank’s yard, and I buried myself so deeply in my sleeping bag that I slept too late. By the time I woke, Brian had packed, gone to the gas station down the street, and was polishing off a box of Fruit Loops.
I rose quickly and packed, eating my breakfast even quicker so not to delay us any longer. We left without saying goodbye to Frank, who hadn’t yet opened his front door. I took down his address though so I can send him a thank you card when it’s all said and done.
We set out on the road this warm morning with plans to reach Rawlins in time to use the computers at the library. We had forty-four miles to cover through rolling Wyoming countryside, and we covered them mighty quickly. We had a slight headwind, but we pedaled straight through it, finishing forty-four uneventful miles by about 1:00. We went to the library, sent our emails, and checked our messages, and then we went to campsite early. Rawlins is a larger town at around 10,000 people, and there were several RV Parks along the highway. We didn’t choose this RV park over the other, it was just the first we came to and the rates were fair. However, this campground does have some perks. The hot showers are free, and the miniature golf course is free to use. I waxed Brian in a round of 18, though I almost blew a five stroke lead by choking on the last hole with a seven. Brian four putted and I won by two, so the next beer is on him.
I’m sleeping on a picnic table tonight because the fire ants attacked me while I sat on the ground in the grass. This area is loud. I can hear the highway and the occasional train. So I’ve plugged my ears. I hope the noise won’t keep me up. I’m rolling over to read my book, and that should help put me to sleep.