Bridging the Gap

The weather finally calmed down this afternoon with WDOT labeling the roads as "wet." We decided to ride our missing miles between the home of the Herders and our new home of Douglas, Wyoming. After a ridiculous number of failed attempts at hitchhiking west, we decided to to have the trip's first ITT to the random parking area where we had left off. Unfortunately, we didn't figure out that I was the only person with a watch until well into the race. Dave said we averaged in the mid 20s, and I interpreted that as he averaged in the mid 20s. Regardless, we road the 12+ miles to bridge the gap in the route.

We then crossed good-old I-25 to head east and back to the hotel. Ten minutes with the thumbs out failed. Although we are two damn attractive individuals (especially by Wyoming standards), ourlooks could not get us a ride.

We then road another mile and decided to try our luck again. The new strategy of flagging down the first truck worked perfectly. We bummed a ride with an Okie antelope hunter who kindly moved his rifle clearing just enough space for us to squeeze into the front seat.

This particular hunter was not going all the way to our destination. He hinted at dropping us off at his exit, but some well-timed stuttering and mummbling on our parts left the hunter with only one option of going to the next exit. This exit just happened to be our exit six miles further down the road. The hunter immediately shed the extra weight and we hit the liquor store for some well-deserved beers.

Tomorrow's forecast predicts ice pellets early in the moring. After said pellets are cleared, we should have no problem hitting the road. With a little luck, we could enter Nebraska. The blog will not likely be updated for a few days, but be sure to tune-in later in the week because the big plans are creeping closer to reality.

Gutterballs Out