Day 48 Thermopolis to Worland 55km

Another night in the tent, the first one warm enough to leave the fly open, but not the first one to be disturbed by inquisitive deer! The heat is already oppressive as we beat a hasty retreat from Thermopolis, figuring that the most expensive campground so far did at least include entertainment ;). The road rolled in a coaster like fashion for the 33 miles to Worland, 33 miles to be amazed by the grand sense of spacious nothingness outside of these towns, the feeling of isolation on the bike descends almost immediately and we ride closer together than usual. Worland's locals and visitors alike all want to provide us with assistance. Kerstin almost brings the post office business to a halt with offers of maps, routes and advice from all corners. We hop from one recommendation to another, bike shop (owned and run by a woman and her cat for the last 21yrs), coffee shop, supermarket and finally, as respite from the heat, the local library. Where I can wile away the afternoon in the company of some excellent books as Kerstin does all the actual work researching, play to your strengths I say! The Worland campground may lack the giggle factor of Thermopolis but you couldn't ask for a couple of more caring and dedicated hosts to make you feel looked after. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad