This was the toughest day of biking so far. A stomach bug descended on me in the middle of the night. Getting sick and no sleep far from home is no fun. Somehow I slowly and gingerly packed up my gear. The going was slow and weak without dinner the night before or breakfast, too ill. I pushed through nausea, headwinds, and tough traffic. No photos today, too tired to do anything except just turn the pedals over. Rawlins, WY, a drab city on I 80, was sure a beautiful sight when it appeared.
Eastern Wyoming, and the rest of the west, for that matter, is a long way between spaces. Yesterday I pedaled 50 miles between water, rest areas, and pull outs. There was nothing but sage bushes and the invisible wind. Finally, after 40 miles I found a turnout and took a nap, just had to roll out my sleeping pad and crash. It worked…felt a bit better after my snoring woke me up! As of this morning (day 46), feeling better and have my appetite back. Time to keep on rolling south and east.