Dead Dog - The Road Trip

When it comes down to it, sunset in Wyoming looks a lot like sunrise in Colorado. Unfortunately despite impeccable planning for the trip, unforeseen obstacles had us rolling into Albany, WY a little behind schedule and without enough daylight to get in a quick ride before dining and sleeping.


We headed out from Kevin's house on time Friday afternoon, gassed up on the way out to I-25 and 2 minutes late, my A/C decided to die instantly. Instead of sweating for three hours on the way up to Laramie, we decided to turn it around and load up Tim's car instead. After that, the drive was uneventful, except for making a wrong turn on the way out to Albany. Highways 130 and 230 split . . . we wanted 130. We made it to Albany as it was getting dark, no worries, except . . .


I booked the Rose House at the Albany Lodge, thinking that was what we stayed in last year. Turns out we were in the Gregory Cabin last go round. I was a bit more charming and the Rose House was a bit more . . . doublewide.


That just means more space to spread out and get comfortable. It was also very, um, brown in there, from the paneling to the carpet to the curtains.

Call it what you will, I call it ambiance.


Tim did not let that stop him from enjoying a sumptuous meal of pasta with meat sauce and some bread, perfect fuel for an 86 mile road race with thousands of feet of climbing, altitude, and guaranteed crosswinds on the drag to the finish.


We woke up to a beautiful, but chilly morning and headed out for a quick spin to shake the drive out of our legs. It was a nice calm morning with nothing but blue skies and the promise of nothing but pure suffering on the horizon.


We hung out in "downtown" Albany waiting for the start of the race, taking in the sights, talking to the natives. They get a lot of snow up there and the road beyond Albany quickly becomes impassable unless extreme measures are taken.


I'm not sure what shop you go to for a set of tracks for you vehicle.