John, George, and I took Dee to the airport in Rapid City this morning. Her absence has left a hole in our group. Dee is funny, sweet, scrappy, and loving. Experiencing this trip with her has been a blast. She left John in our care. Poor John.
I thought today would be a slow day for the blog because we riding from Rapid City to Casper, Wy and there would be no interesting stops or highlights. So I thought I would share a current conundrum. George is a big tipper. I like that about him. Except when he tipped Mr. Cabbie $7 for a 6 minute ride. And Mr. Cabbie was really odd. So a man who likes to tip never thinks about leaving a tip for the people who clean our hotel room. I mean it is a lousy job, cleaning up after us, and a tip is not out of the question. So, we stay for 4 nights in a Hampton Inn in Rapid City. We were gouged on the price because it was the Sturgis Rally. So our TV does not work properly. Day 1 I call and receive reassurance it will be fixed. It wasn't. Day 2 on the way out for the day I once again told the desk clerk about the situation. He appeared to care. Nothing happened. George gets involved and tells them to get it fixed. Day 3 when we return the TV is fixed. Now the shower does not drain. I am told there is probably a hair clog. Now, George is bald and I don't have much to speak of....so whose hair is clogging the drain? YUK! And everyday when we get back our room is not that clean. The beds are straightened up, but there is no vacuuming, no new toilet paper, and no new liner in the ice bucket. I finally had to take the sheets off the beds and leave them on the floor as a broad hint about clean sheets. So, to tip or not to tip? Of course George said no. So, I didn't. I might write up a little something something for Yelp though.
I saw a sign as we drove by a town proclaiming Douglas, Wyoming as the home of the Jackalope. What?! Apparently a Jackalope is cross between a jack rabbit an an antelope. Imagine mating season.
The ride to Casper was hot, windy, and very rural. Acres of large rolled hay waiting to be transported, miles of desert, cows, small lakes, and lots of wildflowers. Always wildflowers. At one point we passed a small pond and three cows had waded into it up to their shoulders. Do cows swim? That is the kind of question one ponders after hours on the road. Like, why am I so cold and yet those young things riding on the back of some dude's motorcycle are dressed in some teeny tank and shorts? Yesterday I considered riding for a few minutes without my helmet. Shortly after putting it on we were on the road and some large bug slammed against my visor. Today we were passed by a rider who appeared to be wearing either nothing, or shorts. You do get hit by flying objects at 80 MPH and it hurts!
We stopped in Glenrock to stretch one last time and get gas. On the way through town George got a bit confused and followed the car in front of him through a stop sign. Guess who was waiting at the other stop sign waiting to cross. Yes, a police officer. George and the po-po. Of course George was gracious and readily admitted his guilt. Officer Steele was a nice young man and let us go without a ticket!
So, we finally arrived at our hotel. Just got back from a good dinner with John. We miss Dee. None of us ordered dessert tonight and George said if Dee were here she wouldn't have let us get away with that! It's true!
Tomorrow Idaho Falls, Idaho
Good night Casper
Jenson
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