[This is a re-post. I posted this morning that, yesterday, May 21, I had ridden to Cheyenne, Wyoming, over 500 miles, but it turns out that I was so punchy yesterday, I didn’t realize I was actually in Sheridan, a much shorter 272-mile trip.]
This a big-ass beautiful country, even when wet and cold. The bike performed flawlessly. Interesting that while it was acting up, my mileage dropped to 37 mpg, and today it was back up to 45 mpg. I never figured out what the problem was but it went away. Damn I’m good. Here's the route...
After stopping to let the storm pass (HA!!!) I woke up and rode into a beautiful light snow, in the mountains east of Bozeman. I was getting a little cold, though, so I stopped under a bridge to swap out my jacket and gloves for Gerbings. I was almost embarrassed for my luxury when I think of people roaming this area with nothing but animal skins. No Goretex, no Velcro.

I pondered this under the bridge as I shivered between garments...
A balmy 40 degrees ambient the whole way…
At a good vantage point along another highway to the unknown I stopped to take a picture. This accidental exposure turned out to be my favorite. It’s kind of impressionistic, and looks very much like the world from inside my helmet all day…
Enough. I’m cold, wet and tired, so as soon as I entered Sheridan I stopped to check into another motel. On the way I spotted a KOA campground with little cabins. One more available so I took it, sight unseen. The women in the office were fun to banter with, and both had a ready laugh and a good sense of humor. I asked one of them to snap my photo so I could show people what a drowned RAT checking into a KOA looks like…
Pretty cute little cabins. A bunk and a heater, what more could a guy ask for…
Time to dry out the gear. Speaking of gear, I’m not going to listen to the “one suit does it all” claims from now on. My “rainproof” First Gear pants were soaked through to the fun bits. I’m going to stop for a rain suit even if it says Harley on it.

Here’s a pic of my gear having a chat in front of the magic fire box…
I’m posting this on the morning of the 22nd, as the wireless connection wasn’t good last night. From my front porch it looks like more of the same, but wetter.

From the looks of the National Weather Service forecast for the Rapid City, South Dakota area, I’m just traveling through a gauntlet of rain. My tourist expectations for this area have now turned into a future road trip instead. My best bet at this point may be to turn northeast into North Dakota. I’ll check the local maps for a good route, and re-check the weather forecast at lunch…
