After the run in with the Ranger, we were not in the highest spirits. The singletrack at red canyon was HARD! We climbed literally the entire way which included a deep sand arroyo for over a mile and several miles of switchbacks going straight up the side of a mountain. It was amazing scenery but challenging riding (walking).
Eventually we made it to some railroad tracks which had an access road running next to them. We did have to jump a fence that was locked but it was locked to keep people out of where we were so we figured it was ok. Lauren started talking about hamburgers and we decided a detour to Cheyenne was in order. We started heading east and discovered what rolling hills in Wyoming really means.
We learned that railroad tracks are a great option for bikepacking and were not worried about getting yelled at because all of the train engineers tooted the horn and waved at us. We saw tons of pronghorn and wondered what the hell these giant random 8 foot tall fences were for miles.
There were ant attacks and debates about the route and it eventually ended with a glorious 8 mile downhill on a calm pavement road straight into Cheyenne. For the first time we spun out our highest gear. We stopped at a hotel and took a Lyft into town to Sanford’s which had phenominal burgers and some well deserved beers. We met a nice guy from Ohio who was travelling to Utah to help his son move into his dorm at college and proceeded to solve all the worlds problems right there at the bar.
One rest day turned into two due to an 80% chance of severe thunderstorms and we layed around and watched bad TV, ate at chain restaurants, and lived the American Dream for 48 hours.