Team Photos So four hours of sleep doesn’t really kickstart your day….but I was feeling surprisingly good this morning considering. Crew chief breakfast as usual and we were on the road. These last few days have been through the more non-descript part of Wyoming scenery-wise so please excuse the lack of pics. After just one small climb through some foothills we were smooth sailin all the way into Laramie.
Lodging here is at an awesome Community Center, and we got there just in time before a heavy storm hit….first one of the season apparently (not a lot of rain in this part of Wyoming). Ezra fed a few of us the standard sandwich and chips but most guys went over to “Wingers” which was right next door. We had some down-time before dinner so I finished up some correspondence before Ezra graciously took me over to the post office for some posting…it was cool: two of the ladies there had seen us riding into town and were asking about the trip.
Around dinnertime we rolled over to a local park where the Laramie Cycling Association sponsored some burgers and salad grub. Chatted about cycling in the area for a little while…they even gave us t-shirts for their annual race, the “Dead Dog Classic” …sick orange tie-dye. Really nice group of guys and gals.
After dinner a bunch of us decided to hit up the town. Not one but two people recommended a local bar, the “Buckhorn”…an older somewhat creepy dude in the locker room and a friend of a friend of Karl’s, So to the Buckhorn we went...only cab in town charged a hefty $15 for just 4 miles…nice. Special of the night was dollar jack and cokes, which we took good advantage of as we enjoyed the bar’s décor: plenty of animal heads and skulls, an ornate oak carved bar, and a giant bullet hole in the mirror behind the bar…apparently from a jealous boyfriend across the street seein his girl chattin with another dude at the bar back in the ‘70s (no one was hurt, though). Good times all around before Karl’s friend took us home to make our 12:30 curfew.
Lodging here is at an awesome Community Center, and we got there just in time before a heavy storm hit….first one of the season apparently (not a lot of rain in this part of Wyoming). Ezra fed a few of us the standard sandwich and chips but most guys went over to “Wingers” which was right next door. We had some down-time before dinner so I finished up some correspondence before Ezra graciously took me over to the post office for some posting…it was cool: two of the ladies there had seen us riding into town and were asking about the trip.Around dinnertime we rolled over to a local park where the Laramie Cycling Association sponsored some burgers and salad grub. Chatted about cycling in the area for a little while…they even gave us t-shirts for their annual race, the “Dead Dog Classic” …sick orange tie-dye. Really nice group of guys and gals.
After dinner a bunch of us decided to hit up the town. Not one but two people recommended a local bar, the “Buckhorn”…an older somewhat creepy dude in the locker room and a friend of a friend of Karl’s, So to the Buckhorn we went...only cab in town charged a hefty $15 for just 4 miles…nice. Special of the night was dollar jack and cokes, which we took good advantage of as we enjoyed the bar’s décor: plenty of animal heads and skulls, an ornate oak carved bar, and a giant bullet hole in the mirror behind the bar…apparently from a jealous boyfriend across the street seein his girl chattin with another dude at the bar back in the ‘70s (no one was hurt, though). Good times all around before Karl’s friend took us home to make our 12:30 curfew.
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