After a state patrol officer came to warn us about sleeping on the side of the road in ditches, we rode along the highway a few miles until we reached a tiny town with a population of 101 called Manville. Ben loved it of course! We stopped to use the restroom at the little truckside diner and were amused to find a little sign posted on the front class door of the Mower Man. There was a picture of a larger man riding a lawn mower at the bottom of the page and the ad stated that the man would mow lawns for reasonable prices ranging from $5-$15.
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After Manville, we passed through Lost Springs, which had a population of only 4 people and finally made it to Douglas. We stopped at the library and a few young boys talked to us and told us where all of the good places in town were. Then we went to the used book shop in town, bought a couple of books to keep us entertained on the rainy days and finally went to the Maverick gas station for $1 yogurt ice cream cones which we piled higher than one could imagine was possible. Mine completely fell over and covered my hand with sticky goodness, but it was well worth it.
We continued on the rolling highway toward Glenrock and enjoyed some of the most amazing downhill stretches ever. We must have hit 40 mph as we sped down some of the hills.
Finally, as the sun was setting, we pulled off the side of the road for a quick dinner. Then, out of nowhere two older woman pulled over on the side of the road and asked us where we were planning on sleeping for the night. As usual, we always played it by ear and the lady from Glenrock graciously offered us a place to pitch our tent in her backyard in Glenrock alongside a little lamb that she was caring for. It was so nice to have a spot on the soft flat ground and a safe place to sleep for the night.
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