June 7th and 8th

Tuesday: Waking up with the sun we headed out towards Craig CO. I have to say, with the amount of road kill that is out there one could really make a business in the fur industry. We arrived to our first town with a Walmart since Vernal UT. So far most the towns we had been through consisted of a name on a map and maybe a run down old barn. After visiting the local mexican restaurant with the name ending in "tos" much like the Utah classics, Betos...Albertos etc, we headed north towards Wyoming. We officially planned on going through the Rockys, but decided they were named the Rockys for a reason, and with our limited time we chose to go with the flat less scenic route. As we were heading north in the middle of nowhere, we saw a man riding his horse with his dog alongside. As we passed him, his dog decided to make a B-line strait at us, coming within a couple inches. After being creeped out by that random, almost fatal (for the dog or us) incident we found a dirt road that was camp worthy. While falling asleep as the sun went down, a friendly antelope zig zagged towards us. Our guess was that we probably stank enough to make him think we were a dead relative, or he just wanted the hay pile we were laying by...I say it was the stink personally, haha. Total miles: 55

Wednesday: We don't have proof, but think an animal crapped on one of our bags. Why we think this you might ask? Well, after packing everything up there was a strange yet terrible smell on our bag. A smell that makes you think something was dead in it...but nothing was! Kind of scary when you just lay out a tarp and throw your sleeping bags down, seeing as one of us could be the victim instead of the poor bag. After that whole craziness we took off with many miles to put behind us,and believe me when I say, these miles were not pain free by any means. Its amazing how many aches and pains the body can have. Especially when you sit in a small hard saddle for 6 hours, talk about hurt! Forget Chinese water torture, a saddle all day would do just fine! We crossed the border and came to a town called Baggs. After being told the water was not drinkable because of all the flooding, we went to the small convenience store to buy a gallon. Although the people treated us like we were aliens, our ten minute stay in Baggs was quite entertaining. Along with most the small towns we pass through, trucks seem to outnumber people. We played a game called, "just how many trucks can you fit in one intersection." So far we have seen eight, plus a car that was somehow turned into one, but we didn't count it because that's just silly! After hours upon hours of beautiful, take your breath away oil fields, we arrived at the I-80 intersection. Luckily there was a firework shop where we got some water and mini sticks of dynamite. We figured if we were going to be hit by a truck on the interstate we might as well blow it up in the process. We arived in Rawlings Wy. hungry and tired as ever. After polishing off a large mushroom swiss burger and cheese fries we found a nice sandy road and hid out for the night.The stars were so amazing. Total miles: 91

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