I left Yellowstone late and made it over the Bighorn mountains of northeastern Wyoming just before dark. The landscape is flat now and I just hit a freeway. I thought I would do a little night driving. I like driving into the night on US freeways but I was pushing hard and getting tired. I stopped at a truck stop for some breakfast and a pot of coffee. Back on the road I started to feel like toast. I was far from the next town with a motel. I knew I had to stop. I was nowhere. All the roads pulling off the freeway had names with “creek” in them, Crazy Woman Creek, Indian Creek, Whisper Creek.
I finally pulled off on some Creek road and started looking for a spot to crash. I had a dirt road and open field on one side but it was close to the highway. On the other side a dirt road went inland. I find the first side path leading off, it went up a big hill. I stop on the top of the hill and find myself on a totally flat spot of sand, perfect! I had my tent up in no time. It was warm with a little breeze. I. watched the moon sink into the far snowcapped mountains at about 2:30 AM