Lander, Wyoming to Dubois, Wyoming


Day 57.  So today will be a long day and I have a cold. Barry has a cold that's so bad it interferes with his breathing. He is taking the van today.

Jim and I left early today since we have to cook.  It's a long day, and I know that I slowed Jim down, but we stuck together the entire route.

In Crowheart we ate lunch at a country store that sold everything from food to ammo to guns to hiking equipment. We saw this adorable little dog, a chiwinnie, according to the owner, a "Res" dog.


Beautiful country here.  We even cycled by Gerry Spence’s famed Trial Lawyers College.

So Jim and I pulled up to Longhorn Ranch where we are camping at 2:45.  Good time.  I was beat and my mild cold symptoms have NOT gone away but the prospect of what the ACA (Adventure Cycling Association) called the best pie on the route in Dubois was something not to be missed.


So we cycled the three miles, upwind, and uphill into Dubois ( pronounced Da-Boys as in "Da Boys got a little wild last night) and found the Cowboy Cafe.  It was packed of course. We saw Norm and Christy there splitting a sandwich and each having pie. So of course we teased them about ruining their appetite for our dinner.

We just had pie which is a bit of an understatement given the size of the piece and the massive mound of ice cream. Huckleberry.  I ate it completely guilt free given that I'm burning six thousand calories a day.

Longhorn Ranch & RV Park

We're camping just south of Dubois, Wyoming tonight.  It's been a long and tiring day of seventy six miles of mostly uphill.  We went up a to 3546 feet and descended 2148 feet for a total altitude gain about 1400 feet.

Its beautiful country that switches and varies with almost every turn.  We cycled through the scrub and plateaus of the Shoshone Wind River Reservation to the wooded River valleys to red capped buttes more reminiscent of Utah.

Throughout the day, the distant snow capped Wind River Mountains to the Northwest stayed with us.  Tomorrow we'll climb up them to Togwotee Pass at 9 thousand-plus feet and then descend, feeling triumphant, into the Teton Valley.


It was a tough day, but even with a slight cold, it was a doable day.  Still I am beat, knackered, tired and happy to crawl in my tent.

That's what life is reduced to now: Bike. Eat.  Sleep. Repeat.