Michael and I woke this morning to rain and today we never saw the sun. Driving a car in the rain is no fun and it is even less so riding a motorcycle. By now, you know my propensity toward whininess but, hear from my own lips, that I am not unhappy about the rain- anywhere! I have prayed for rain for three years to fill our lakes and streams and water our crops so I say, “Bring it!” Today, two songs kept coming to mind. The first was "Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain." My helmet sounded like something was frying from the continuous patter of the rain. The second was Chuck Berry's "Maybelline." Why, "Maybelline?" There's a line that says:
"Rainwater blowin' up under my hood,
I know that was doin' my motor good."
(Or words to that effect!)
I was sincerely hoping that the rain was benefitting my engine because it was not helping me! Our ride started on Hwy 14/16/20 east from Cody where we left off yesterday. We caught the tail end of Bighorn Canyon National Forest and what started out beautiful turned foggy and cold. By the time Mike and I were through these mountain pass roads, we were cold and wet and ready for a break. That break came in two forms. First was a short lunch break in the town of Shell. Mike and I had a bowl of chili each and I had a great big, fresh cinnamon roll. I asked the lady who set them on the counter, “Are those for anyone in particular or did you want to share them.” She told me to have one and I was glad to comply. The second part of our break came about 60 miles later in Sheridan. We rode into town, found the nearest Laundromat and dried everything we could, in good decorum, take off! This proved to be the best idea of the day. I asked the manager to give me a plastic laundry bag (the kind you get from the cleaners and wrap up and pop) to put in my shoes to keep my socks dry. When I finished forming them around my feet, lacing up my boots and cutting off the top of the plastic, I looked like the scarecrow in “The Wizard of Oz.” Hey, it worked! From Sheridan, we jumped back onto Hwy 90 east for about 25 miles to Moorcroft before taking Hwy 16 again through the towns of Upton, Osage and Newcastle before entering our 19th state of South Dakota.
Our picture line-up today is a little sparse owing to the rain and the lack of will on my part to stop and pull out the camera on such a cold, wet day. I know, I’m sounding whiny again! See what you think.
Tomorrow, we plan to get up early and ascend the hills to see the presidents (can you name them?) on Mount Rushmore. After this we will come down the hill and spill out onto the plains of South Dakota headed for Nebraska and Kansas. We’ll see you tomorrow.