Soon after we read a "Stop the War on Coal - Fire Obama", Geoff pointed out a sheepdog in the distance. We approached the two sheepdogs herding 50 sheep or so with a couple donkeys following (???). Other than the sheepdog instance, there weren't many signs of life to be found. This could be attributed to the fact that every crick that we passed seemed to be dried up. We kept on pedaling and luckily one of the creeks finally had some water flowing through. It ended up being an awesome back country camping spot. Not many signs of human life, but many signs of cattle were present... Once again forcing us to camp amongst patties.
The next morning the three of us were awakened by a loud herd of cattle marching right for us as we separated the cattle from the watering hole. We all jumped out of our tents (this was the only thing to ever get G out of bed early) to see cattle storming over the ridge for us. Not ten seconds later, over the ridge rides a cowboy yelling cowboy things. Crisis averted. Cowboy diverts the cows and saves the day. No Jumanji stampede.
The beginning leg of the ride...
Getting into the desolate region of Wyoming.
Ridin' with some nice skies.
View from our campsite.
Geoff's tent on fire.
Real life cowboy