The open spaces of Wyoming unfold before me. In tune with the landscape, my emotions do the same. Happiness, laughter, anxiety, tears.
I’ll blame a lack of appetite on the later two.
My first long mountain bike ride was Resurrection Pass. On that ride, a friend told me that he wavers between loving the trail, and hating the trail – all within minutes. Years later, I begin to see his point.
Grapes, two apples, a yogurt and a hug from Carmella in Atlantic City help to restore the balance in my little universe.
We ride late, covering the miles between South Pass City and the A&M Reservoir in a day. The stars are out when we arrive at the reservoir.
In the night a noise wakes us. It’s a mouse, going for our candy bar wrappers. No bears here.
Another day, and we’re in Rawlins.