We left the Days Inn in Casper at 8:30 am on Sunday and headed downtown. We had seen signs on the highway for a store that had 9 stories of Western boots and clothing.
Even thought the sign said "You are always welcome" on Sundays, no. It seems in the west, they take their sabbath seriously and this store was not going to open until noon. I loved the clothes! Scott loved the man's jacket. None of us felt that we could wait around until noon so we hit the road. The road was deserted, straight and we let the horses have their heads.
These pictures are courtesy of Scott who was taking pictures while riding his motorcycle. The road was a two way road with occasional passing lanes. We would move over to the left and then it was "let the games begin". Cars would pass and then get in between us and then have to wait until the next passing lane. It was somewhat wild and certainly kept me on high alert. There was really nothing between Casper and Dubois the next town we were going to stay. So we just rode all the way to Dubois. Dubois is a town of 900 people.
We ended up in the Trails End motel. Connected cabins. We had lunch and then I discovered a new ride. The "Jackolope". I got on this animal and discovered the acceleration was incredible!
We spent the day looking at the little shops, eating lunch and relaxing on the deck of the Wind River. The men went to a bar and met Jimmy (picture Willy Nelson). He was sitting at one end of the bar. The bar tender was at the other end of the bar staring at her cell phone oblivious to Bill, Danny and Scott who wanted a drink. Jimmy, offered to call her and dialed her number. She saw the number come up on her phone and slowly turned her head to look down the bar at Jimmy with a look of disgust in her eye. Then she noticed the 3 men waiting for a drink.
The men brought Jimmy a beer and he proceeded to share his story. It seems that he works for beer and was employed by someone else in town for four beers per hour. The guy he worked for owes him 200 beers! Jimmy said that these were bar beers. If they were case beers, he would need at least 600! A new currency.
After checking out the shops, we relaxed by the river.
We did discover another wonderful resource in the area.
Scott found a drink called "Not your father's root beer". It was lethal. He bought a six pack back to the room.
Bill and Cindy, walking the street of Dubois. Notice it had just been stoned. There was loose stone every where which is like ice to a motorcycle. The town stoned their roads right before the biggest Biker week of the summer. They were supposed to clean up the loose stones before the weekend but their machines broke down. I had to abandon my bike in the street and let Scott valet park it for me. I could barely hold it up in the gravel.
We went to dinner and toasted our trip.
There were bats and moths on the deck at night.
The next morning we had some homemade donuts in Dubois before the 75 mile ride back to Jackson.
We then had an incredible ride to Jackson back through the mountains winding around and seeing the Grand Tetons appear as we rounded a corner.
1300 miles later, we were all back in Jackson!
Time to get organized for the trip back to Webster. Bikes and luggage into the trailer.
We ended up at Bin 22 for dinner again. Here is the final toast for the trip! Everyone safe and happy!
And then, with no bikes left to ride, we all crammed into the mustang for the ride back to the hotel.
We all had an incredible time. Amazing roads, unforgettable company, and great times. Our wish for Wyoming was captured by a sign Bill saw in the Wort Hotel.
Good bye Wyoming, Safe Travels Bill and Cindy. A HUGE thanks to team Lill for shlepping the bikes back and forth. We love you, keep us updated on your progress. Check back here for Bill and Cindy's adventure part II.
