Time is drifting towards Christmas, and we are drifting towards Jackson, literary. On the way between Laramie and Lander, we nearly drifted off the road due to the wind and the ice. Fat Assed Fred doesn’t like change at all (direction, speed, what have you), but he is very good at drifting sideways on slick roads. I think it took us 4.5 hours to drive. But then again we got to know that the town Sinclair, the shit hole on earth, was actually bought by the oil company Sinclair, hence its name.
We also got to know a lot about Mormons, who traversed Wyoming on their way to Utah, and about Jefferson City. Jefferson City was built in the 1980’s because large amounts of Uranium was found in the ground there. Only when they had already started digging up the shit, someone realized that you cannot prevent the radioactivity from going into the water…. Now you are not recommended to live in Jefferson City more than 10 years (who decided that 10 years was a good time limit to not get cancer from radioactivity, and why?). It is a total ghost town. The only inhabited place is a pottery (in which the owner apparently does his work in the middle of the night, naked, with an audience. Ref: an non-volontary viewer). Its such a great thing when you get to ride with someone who knows everything, i.e., Jenn Hess. It was a very interesting ride. And beautiful.
On our ride, we were passed by a truck loaded with Christmas presents on its bed. Of course we made jokes about Santa being motorized in America and not too scared of loosing his presents. Sure enough, as we were driving on the 287 about 100 miles from Lander, one of the packages were lying on the side of the road.
At first, we went all greedy, thinking Santa had come early for US. But then we saw the note on the package; to Can from mummy xoxo. So we decided to work on our karma and left in by the city limit of Lander, hoping someone more in need would find it.
We rolled into Lander around 6 pm. There, we were greeted by Matt and Alyssa who were celebrating the longest night of the year by drinking crazy strong Mulled wine, doing acrobatic yoga and wearing wigs. Just my kind of party.
Tomorrow, we head for Togotwee pass and perhaps Jackson. We don’t really know yet, because I am truly a hen. I forgot Christmas was on Tuesday, I thought it was on Wednesday for some reason and booked our motel one night early. Oh well, its snowing in Jackson, so it might not be all that bad coming in one day early.