The first time I thought about cycling cross country was probably 25 years ago when I read an article about 2 college guys who sort of said, “ride cross country, why not?”. Part of the article told about an incident in Montana where the weather was so hot, and there were NO trees or stores, therefore no way to escape the sun, so, in desperation, they climbed under an abandoned car for shade . Now I know what they experienced. We left Riverton fairly early as we had 120 miles to ride, and the forecast was for temperatures in the 90’s by early afternoon. Once on the road, we passed some interesting rock formations early on, then NOTHING! We did go through two so called towns, see the photo below, but nothing there. For almost 90 miles there were no houses, tress, water of any kind. After spending so much time in the Magic Valley of Idaho where water is so prevalent, this was quite a contrast, we didn’t cross one stream or river for those 90 miles. The high point of the day was seeing antelope along the road, and one actually was running to cross the road right in front of us, but then changed directions when he saw us.