The campground in Hulett had a groundskeeper named Willy. Willy the Groundskeeper looked much like Willy the Groundskeeper from the Simpsons, except Wyoming Willy had twice the beard and a Colorado accent. I went to the Hulett Rodeo with Melvin, the brother of Willy the Groundskeeper. Melvin had been in town for about a month visiting his brother. Melvin wore leather pants but didn’t own a motorcycle. Apparently, he used to race motorcycles. Willy and Melvin were in their late forties.
Melvin and I got to the rodeo, then Melvin went to the bar. I sat on the hill to watch the rodeo. I saw Melvin about halfway through the rodeo. He walked to the bottom of the hill, tossed me a water, and walked away.
The rodeo was nice, not real exhilarating. Cooler stuff has happened on Walker, Texas Ranger. After returning from the rodeo, I chilled. I burnt my left arm because I forgot to put sunscreen on it. Grace brought me three hamburgers. I had already eaten, but I ate the hamburgers anyway. Willy stopped by to chat. He talked to me about horse training.
I left at about seven in the morning. I made trail mix for the day. So good. I’m going to make some today, too. Watch out Bobby Flay.
I biked all day. Lots of Hills. They weren’t Black, but I used my imagination.
It got to be about 5:30 PM, and I had twenty miles or something before Mt. Rushmore. I saw lightening in the distance. The county was under a severe thunderstorm warning. Flash floods, too. I figured that I could risk getting rained on and go the distance, or I could pitch my tent and call it a day. If Stuie was with me, we probably would have gone for it. But I imagined getting struck by lightening with nobody around to apply any ointment, and the image wasn’t good. I called it a day.
I pitched my tent in a clearing a few hundred yards off the side of the road. I threw down my last stake, and jumped in the tent, then rain started falling. Rained for fifteen minutes and didn’t rain the rest of the night.
I fell asleep at seven. I wasn’t even trying to sleep. I was trying to write letters. I woke up the next morning with a pen in my hand and my forehead on the paper. That was 4:30 AM. I felt well rested, so I bounced.
Saw Mt. Rushmore.
I was exuberant when I reached Rapid City. I’m about done with elevation, now. And I went to Wendy’s for a Frosty.