Tuesday- Up and packed fairly early after drying out and headed up the hill on MT22 headed for Jackson.
|Drying gear before packing up|
|Teton Pass looking down toward Jackson Hole|
At Jackson turned south on US 191 and
ran into construction slowing and
stoppages for much of the 10 miles to the intersection to
turn to the east and go up the hill toward Pinedale.
|This is a bridge built to help antelope get across the road without getting hit. Fencing around the area directs them there.|
Pinedale I stopped for gas and Subway.
Subway took a LONG time.
online app had people calling in group sandwich
orders about 1115 while I was there so I got to stand and watch as 5 sandwiches got built ahead of mine. Meantime the line behind
me grew longer too. I think the online ordering thing is going to cause trouble since Subway is a single production line system.
Off to Boulder WY to find WY 353 Ė the old Lander Cutoff road.
This road headed out into a vast
empty area bordered by pillow lava
hills. This was part of the Oregon Trail. It wasnít clear to me
why this didnít become the paved highway of modern times but thatís ok. There were a very few ranches out there and for some
reason some newer kid-muscle cars were on the road. Pavement turned to gravel and I continued on.
I came to an unmarked intersection
with a turn to the left. From pre-trip study
I thought that I wanted this left turn but as I followed it
I found these signs and the road kept getting smaller and smaller. So, I thought better of it and turned around and went back to the
wider road that was marked ĎBig Sandy-Elkhorn roadí onward across the emptiness and rolling hills.
The wind picked up. Down across the Big Sandy river cut and up
along here my left eye
began to burn and
water then my right eye and I couldnít see anymore! So I basically stopped to the right side of the road, ripped off my helmet and
washed my eyes out from my camelback. I never felt anything entering my eyes, I had my face shield down and I wasnít riding in
obvious dust but dang!
|My eyes are burning! Washed with camelbak water but what a surprise!|
continued and now Iím not really sure which of the roads I was on. I
came to an
area where a grader had been smoothing gray, dusty
road base onto the road. The operator was sitting in his cab waiting for more material. And here it came with about 10 belly-dump
semis hauling material to him on the road. Fortunately the wind was right-to-left as I was meeting them so their huge dust plumes didnít hit me.
|Gray dusty road base|
Eventually I came
out to WY 28, turned left and went to the rest stop to do a better job
washing my eyes out. Wind was very strong.
There were two possibly German bicyclists holed up in a wind shelter because they just couldnít buck the 20-30 mph winds. They were
waiting for night for it to abate.
Onward to the turnoff for South Pass
City. Iíd seen
pictures on the Ďnet and read about
the place several times so it looked pretty familiar.
My map indicated a road that went to the next little place called Atlantic City so I took the road out of town to the east but even though it
was nice and wide (though gravel) it seemed to circle around the wrong way. Indeed, it did as it came back to WY 28.
|South Pass was the easy crossing of the Continental Divide for wagons. South Pass City was the result of a gold strike close by. The Carissa Mine (#2). South Pass City buildings #3 and #4|
So I went further up WY 28 and
eventually found the turnoff
for the Atlantic City campgrounds (2). I turned in to the first one and
it nearly deserted, a nice change from the crowding back on the Madison. I completed a circuit of the campground and selected a spot
with a flat spot for tent and pretty fair wind protection (the wind was still blowing hard). I was much earlier into this camp than the others
and so I unloaded in the shade, unpacked my gear and dried out my sleeping bag then pitched my tent. The breeze felt good in the shade
and it was reassuring to get my gear dried.
Around 1830 two vehicles came into
camp and their drivers
retreated into their RVs. The one across the way from me started his
and ran it until 2230. I didnít see any new campers arrive.
|Camp. Lounging in my small folding chair in camp in the shade.|
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