I woke up refreshed on Sunday morning and enjoyed the first Airbnb where the final “b” actually meant breakfast. My hosts recommended the train depot in downtown Cheyenne and the Terry Bison Ranch on my way to Denver.
Saturday (October 1st) saw me packed, up and riding before the chill had left the air. I had a long day’s ride planned: a meandering route heading west into Custer State Park to ride Needles Highway, then down into Nebraska before finally back west to my room for the night in Cheyenne, Wyoming.
I originally ended up in Wall, South Dakota because it looked close to the Badlands on a map and still had an affordable place to spend a week at. It’s a tiny town, made up mainly of stuff near Wall Drug, which is a different blog post. I had a bunch of small moments in Wall, nothing worth a post of its own, but perhaps together a series of vignettes and thoughts.
The Badlands are amazing. It’s hard to know what to say about them, I spent a few afternoons and evenings exploring them, doing some small hiking and just taking it all in. Scrambling up rocks, watching the sunset, hanging out with prairie dogs, watching the stars gaze silently back; it was all delightful.