On Sunday afternoon, Sunday, June 29, I pedaled into the quiet little Wyoming town of Lander. I collapsed under a shade tree and entertained the locals with an afternoon of snoring, before setting up my tent. I pedaled over to the local pool and shower, then ate dinner and returned around 8:00 p.m. for a quiet evening and early bedtime. However, about 50 yards from my tent was Lander's version of the Grateful Dead! They actually sounded O.K., although I did leave my hearing aids at home.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Quiet little Lander, Wyoming
On Sunday afternoon, Sunday, June 29, I pedaled into the quiet little Wyoming town of Lander. I collapsed under a shade tree and entertained the locals with an afternoon of snoring, before setting up my tent. I pedaled over to the local pool and shower, then ate dinner and returned around 8:00 p.m. for a quiet evening and early bedtime. However, about 50 yards from my tent was Lander's version of the Grateful Dead! They actually sounded O.K., although I did leave my hearing aids at home.
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