Try waving at the cars around Bellingham and your hand falls off, you would be waving all the time. The store in Spotted Horse, Wyoming was open, but no one was in it. I walked around looking for a clerk, but only heard someone snoring in the back room. Rather than disturb them, I decided to go on to Gillette. It was 30 miles farther, but I still had water and A few crackers.
Fences mean nothing to the thousands of antelope running around Wyoming.
Early one morning I saw hundreds of them all around me leaping over fences and going where ever they wished. Along the road, I kept meeting other cross country cyclists. Sometimes we would just pass and wave. Other times we would stop and visit. It seems that bicyclists are the most handsome people I meet.