Today was the day we finally made it back to Nebraska! But we missed our turn and took the wrong highway so we got a really good look at the Wyoming country side.
Take a look at the highway though… where one state’s maintenance ends and the next starts? Does it look like the promised land to you? Because it did to us (no offense Wyoming but sheesh).
Not sure if I’m supposed to disclose this, but I’m super proud of the fact that Pete got to experience standing in one state and pee in another. Hashtag goals.

So anyway, we missed our turn to get back into Nebraska so we spent the whole afternoon with our time riding along the uh, very exciting… Wyoming border… slipped right on past Fort Rob racing the sunset, got about one mile away from Toadstool Park where our next campground would be……but didn’t quite make it.
We were deflated.
You could say we were tired.
It’s a good thing we spared enough time to take care of it before the sun did actually set….. no pressure.
Having to fix a tire in the middle of Nebraska summer was complete rubberish.

Toadstool park is a lot like the Badlands in South Dakota, and actually the earth system connects so technically it’s part of the Nebraska Badlands. It had a completely different feeling to it though. The “big” badlands in South Dakota were hot and sharp and abrasive. It was so beautiful there, but it felt dangerous.
Toadstool park seemed friendlier somehow.
I’m sure Toadstool park is just as dangerous. There is a risk of rattlesnake, falling down a deep ridge or rockslide. Collapses happen. Ankles get twisted. Maybe it’s because the weather was milder these days, but this place felt like it was happy to welcome us instead of telling us to watch our step.
To be continued…

