(^76) The first settlement was Hardin, where a campsite and a few places
to eat had my name on them. So, after obtaining the usual evening
beer and crisps, it was time to set up camp.
The following morning, after biking nearly an hour, I realised I had
left my solar charger and phone behind and had little choice but to
return to camp. Upon my return, I found the owners frantically
phoning around to locate me. The Americans were such helpful
people. Being already late, I considered it best to stay one more night
and was promptly invited to a BBQ.
Hardin – Ranchester – 120 km
The going was slow as the ride was slightly uphill and into a mild
breeze. However, the scenery offered little variation as I cycled past
familiar scenes of endless wheat fields. Interestingly, harvesting
wasn't done by the farmers but by harvesters. I further learned that
the harvesters working in this area employed at least six South
African youngsters to drive the harvesters.
Shortly before Ranchester, the road crossed into the state of
Wyoming. Tiny Ranchester was pretty close, but the ride took
practically the entire day. I crawled into camp dead tired—it was one
of those days.
It rained through the night and still drizzled by morning, so I decided
to stay put. The weather cleared, allowing hiking to the river and onto
the old Connor battlefield. It's immensely sad when an entire tribe is
wiped out. It’s final—no amount of money can ever undo it no matter
how desperately you wish it could.
leana
(Leana)
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