Today was daunting: 68 miles to the next town and all the locals warned us that there was nothing except a state rest area between Circle and Jordan, our destination. This was re-emphasized by our friend Cornell and the riders we met last night. Everyone warned us about the hills.
The hills were real, but they were not as daunting as yesterday's wind. What was scary was there was only one source of water 30 miles into our route.
Jordan, where we are staying tonight, is only have the size of Circle. That's probably a census number--sort of like saying the population of Ocean City is only 7000. True, but it doesn't tell you that there are tens of thousands people there in the summer.
Jordan has two motels, a grocery store, at least 4 restaurants/bars/cafes, and a laundromat.
We are staying at the Garfield Motel.
I have never had more fun doing laundry than in Jordan. At the laundromat we met two people from St. Louis who are spending their vacations digging for dinosaur bones with a professor who does this every summer. There is a whole group of them doing this, filling up one of the town's motels. After putting our clothes in the washer, we went next door to the Hell Creek Bar and had a beer.
The bartender clued me in to the back door, which was only steps away from the laundromat. So we stayed for more beer and dinner, and during the interim, the laundry got done.