…heading to Dubois July 1st

The drama increases. Our destination, Dubois, is about 20 miles away from the point where we begin to follow the Wind River. The river passes through a winding Valley that causes the gusting winds to hit us square in the face on some of the twists and turns.
At times, I was pedaling downhill and going a mere 4 to 5 mph. That’s what I call windy.
We had no relief whatsoever on that last leg. The wind was still howling when we pulled into the campground. We tented for the night hoping not to be blown away. Steve and I felt like we had been beat up by a gang This might have been the toughest ride we’ve had so far on this trip.