July 30: "Christian" Is Not the Reassurance He Thought It Was

Sunday, July 30, 2006

​I started the morning by sleeping in until 6:00. The drive started in beautiful Medicine Bow-Routt National Forest. Later, I went through the Red Desert. The hills have a white strip across them, and the tops of the hills are in interesting shapes. It’s not all sand and there are no cactus that I saw. It looked pretty much like the ranges, except for the hills.

The mountains in Wyoming don’t seem as high as the Smoky Mountains. They seem more foothill size. I’m sure the elevation is higher and some mountaintops have patches of snow, but from the base to the top doesn’t look as far. 

I’m camping at Fremont Lake Campground. This biker came by three times, looking for his side cover. I have no idea what that is, but it’s what he said. According to him, most motorcycles don’t have it. He seems proud of the fact that his does (or did).

The third time by, he said he found it. We chatted a bit like people do in a campground. He looks like he’s in his 40s. Then he asked me if I wanted a ride to see the sunset from the top of some hill.

I said no, thanks.

He said, “Are you sure? I’m a Christian biker, and I have references. I’ve got friends here.” 

I said no again. At that point, I wanted him to leave, but I didn’t know how to stop the conversation.

I sat at the picnic table and started writing again. He chatted a bit and I grunted responses, keeping one eye on him. Eventually he left.

If he hadn’t asked me if I was alone, I might have been friendlier.

My campsite is across the road from the lake. It’s isolated from everyone, but there are two RVs down the road. Maybe this campsite wasn’t the best choice, but I didn’t want to be in the middle of RV Town, and I wanted some shade.

It’s hard to believe this trip is almost over. It seems like it just started.