Ok, last full day in Cheyenne, last day to ride. We’re going to Vedauwoo! Woohoo! Ok, it’s pronounced VEE-DA-VOO, or so the locals tell us. We asked more than one, to be sure.
Nice scenery, and some interesting trails. We got … misdirected, shall we say, and ended up two miles in a direction we really did not want, but that’s ok, it’s all riding, isn’t it? I’m blaming the Mex … ahhh, Italian we have with us. He gets the blame for everything, from here on out. Part of the price he pays to be on such an epic trip.
Got some nice shots today:
This was a little waterfall we came upon shortly after dropping down into the trails. It’s also where we took a wrong turn …
Well, as I said, the scenery was nice, and we came upon some cowboys using dogs to round up cattle:
Here is a panorama that I took of the area:
Beautiful country!
Ok, lots of trails, lots of time getting lost and getting found, but there was one trail I HAD to see. Phallic Trail. Honest! I didn’t call it that! And for the life of me, I can’t figure out why it’s called that, though now I can say I’ve ridden it. Here are a couple of photos:
Maybe that’s the reason in the distance, but it doesn’t seem right.
Anyway, here’s a pano of the area:
Looks ok, but there was almost no trail there. Dodging those little bushes was NOT a lot of fun!
Ok, another thing about Cheyenne – they have these places everywhere:
I was afraid to go in there! Is it a house of ill … mmm … never mind! Let’s go gas up at King Soopers.
Anyway, short story long, we managed to get off the trail JUST before the rain started (there’s that curse again!), and got ourselves back into town.
Went to Chili’s for a late lunch. That was a disaster. Sat us quickly, but that’s when the wheels came off this thing. Waitress – excuse me – our server, took about ten minutes to get our drink orders – water all around – we’re cyclists, see? Then she took another ten to take our order, meanwhile really chatting up the table behind us, who was there ONLY for the 39 cent wings (a real money-maker for the restaurant, I’m sure), The Bear checked in with FourSquare, which offered us free Chips and Salsa (we’ve done this before a few times in Dallas, so we know how it’s supposed to work), which she mentioned to the waitress … server, I mean. Eventually, we got our food, but sans the Chips and Salsa. The tab was $36.00, and I paid $36.00, and asked for the manager on the way out. A little skinny guy showed up, looking a bit nervous, and my statement to him went like this: “Julie (that was our server’s name, according to the ticket) is going to complain that those assholes from Texas didn’t leave a tip. She’s right. I don’t leave a tip when I get bad service. She took forever to get us our food, and she never refilled our water glasses, or even asked if we needed anything, never mind the Chips and Salsa we were supposed to get. I tip well when I get good service – you can call The Bunkhouse, where we ate last night, and find out I tipped $25.00 on a $100.00 tab, so I don’t mind tipping for good service – which we did NOT get here today. And by the way, the last time I left no tip was over ten years ago, I’m fairly easy to please.” He was very apologetic, but I didn’t want anything in return, just for him to know I wasn’t happy, and was leaving that way.
Head for home and start packing for tomorrow, when we leave for Billings, Montana!