G.A.S.P.

(Great Adventures to Scenic Places)

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June 25, 1999

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I left Spearfish on June 25, riding on I-90 with the intent of going to Rapid City, then seeing (feeling?) which way the wind was blowing before deciding on going any further. (By the way, it is legal to ride bicycles on Interstate highways in most of the western states.) The shoulder was mostly good, but rough in a few places. By the time I got to Rapid City, the wind was blowing straight from the South and I-90 was pointed straight East. I decided to "go for it," with "it" being the town of Wall, gateway to the Badlands, and about 50 miles distant. With a storm delay of about one hour (I was safely tucked away under a highway overpass), I arrived in Wall just as it was getting dark. For the day, I rode 95 miles, and found out later that the temperature had reached 98 degrees. No wonder I drank so much during the day!