I made it to the outskirts of Casper last night. All in all about 110 miles, a new personal best.
The track through the great divide basin was cold, desolate, and troubled by a crosswind. The first town I was aiming for, Lamont, really isn't there anymore. It consisted of one closed cafe, a single dog, and a few trailers; a ghost town in the making.
After that, though, it was (mostly) downhill following the North Platte River. A trend that should continue the rest of Wyoming and all the way through Nebraska.
The hills near Alcova are beautiful, and the single restaurant/bar there is still open.
Right now, I am in a cafe in Casper (my first city in a while) waiting for the phone to charge and drinking coffee.
Over the next two or three days I aim to pass through Glenrock, Douglas, Guernsey, Torrington, and Scottsbluff, all along the river.
The mountains are behind me now, though I can still see them. Time to see how the plains treat me. :)
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