We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where The Streets Have No Name, Bono and U2 (1987)
Since dropping down Dude's Downhill on the afternoon of Day 3, we have been riding up, down and along the western flank of the Big Horn Mountains. Now nearing the southern end of that range, I will finish the final climb up from the west, drop down to the eastern flank, and ride north across prairie to the town of Kaycee. From arid mountainside to dry valley to overcooked prairie, this will be another day of wide open spaces. Not to worry. There will be no trees to block the big views.
|Rolling through the Old West toward Kaycee.|
This final hour or so into Kaycee isn't that hard, but I'm baked by the sun, blown by the headwinds, and weary from the effort of the day and the week. I turn onto paved Old Highway 87 and then pass under Interstate 25. Like yesterday, I find my first shade of any kind at about 2:30 pm. Even though Kaycee lies just a few miles away, I get off the bike and lay down awhile. I dump the last of my water over my head to cool off and close my eyes. In time, I soft pedal the home stretch into Kaycee.
This is my Day 7. It is finished.