For this years Outlaws Run, we headed back up to Wyoming. Crazy that it’s been 10 years since we visited last. A lots happened in that time. Open Heart Surgery, new jobs, friends passing, world travels, new rigs and fellow Outlaws. Old age. Wyoming is still just as awesome as I remember.
Our pal Bob took the rains for this years run since he lives in Cody, Wyoming. After a long trek North and a quick stop at the Grubstake Saloon in Atlantic City with our new friend, we set up camp at an old fire look out above Sinks Canyon. A good friend from Lander showed us that spot last time. The next day we drove back down to Atlantic City to meet the rest of the crew for this years run. Of course we stopped in at the Atlantic City Mercantile for a few beers before heading back to camp. Jack, newest member of the gang was waiting for us back at camp. We hung out around the fire well into the night. Felt good to have everyone together again. The next morning we set out for Dubois, with some time spent at the National Military Museum (amazing place!) then raised a few drinks at the Outlaw Saloon for our pal James before finding camp. Tuesday was a long but wonderful day of driving to get to Cody, passing through Teton and Yellowstone National Parks. Once in Cody, we stopped at the Silver Doller Bar (recommended by Bob) for some burgers and beer. Bob then took us to camp just outside town.
While in Cody, we checked out the Buffalo Bill Center of the West (some random lady tried to hook me up with her daughter), shot a Gatling gun and checked out Old Trail Town- an amazing collection of cabins from different parts of Wyoming. Butch Cassidy and the Wild Bunch spent time in a few of them:). After Cody, Bob took us out to his Cabin in the Big Horns. A pretty awesome place, surrounded by BLM land. Friday a few of us set out on some dirt roads to get Ice Cream sandwiches at Medicine Lodge. Then on to Ten Sleep For tasty beverages at the Ten Sleep Brewery. Saturday, most of us packed up and headed out in different directions. Shawn, Marco and I headed off to Hole In The Wall for one last night. Taking a most fantastic drive through the Big Horns to get to camp. After some fantastic burgers from Marco, we settled in around the fire. The stars and Milky Way that night were amazing. To know that Butch and the gang spent time here was icing on the cake.
Sunday, I woke up a bit after 5am, packed up the 4runner and headed out. Leaving Hole In The Wall Country as the sun came up. Not a sole around. 6hrs later, found myself stuck in downtown traffic trying to get to my apartment.
Thanks for all the fun adventures Woodsman.
Heading North. Ige leading the way. Granit Hills looks like some fine country.
While heading to camp, we took a detour to Atlantic City, well over 10 years since our last visit here. On the way, I of course made a wrong turn, but we came upon a bicyclist with flat tire. She was heading to Atlantic City as well. Of course had to have a few drinks at the Grubstake Saloon.
Camp.
The gang starting to show up:)
