Goodbye S.Dakota, Hello Wyoming. The Big Horn

We continue on our journey west towards the mountains. We decided to ride the interstate to get to the Big Horn National Forest with plenty of daylight to enjoy the scenery and find a good place to camp. We did not visit Devil's Tower because we thought it would be too long a day If we did.

At the start of the day, the snow-capped mountain range was a light blue silhouette in the horizon. Then, we were next to them in no time. We averaged 75-80 miles in I-90 and had to press hard against wind gusts that made our motorcycles swing from one end of the lane to the other. If you were riding behind us you could see is leaning into the wind as I were taking a turn.

We stopped at a lake in Buffalo where we took a break and Domingo went for an alpine dip. We got to Sheridan, had a late lunch, and ran a few errands (like buying fuel for the camping stove.

We then set out to ride into the Big Horn National Forest. What a steep climb! The road is at an altitude of 8,000+ feet (2.5 Km). The curves were very smooth and vertigo inducing. Wish we had taken our time to stop and take pictures but it was around 7pm and we did not know how long it would be before we'd find a place to sleep. We finally arrived to the Bear Lodge, where Tiberiu and Eva were going to stay. Juan, Domingo and I went to pitch our tents at a nearby campground in the woods. We set up camp, cooked our dinner and took the necessary precautions against Bears. We went to sleep to the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning and woke up to the sound of flowing water from a creek right next to us.

Next Up, Red Lodge, Montana. Here we come.