Well today was pretty much deja vu of day 58. Ridiculously early start, high mileage, headwinds . . . you know by now the sort of thing that I mean.
One difference, just as I was all set to go, I decided to check tyre pressures and somehow broke the valve on the rear wheel. So after much stomping around the campsite I unloaded, and eventually fixed the damn thing. As I was now miles behind everybody I thought what the hell and took refuge in Mcdonalds and had a second breakfast, which of course by now was at a more civilised time. Ok strop over.
Today was going to be interesting as for 58 miles we were cycling through the Wind River Indian Reservation, home of the Shoshone tribe.
Typically when cycling througb the USA you pick up the sense of national pride by virtue of the stars and stripes hoisted above just about every home. Here there was not one single flag displayed, other than above the Missionary church in Fort Washakie. And I did not see a single Indian. My overriding feeling was that of poverty,deprivation and a tough place to live
Quite a contrast to the tourist information boards describring the reservation in the more upmarket town of Dubois where we stayed tonight.
Miles Today 76