Prevailing winds blow three boys into the artic circle

Another cold and early morning was brightened up by the news that ben had managed to somehow get a puncture over night, this saw him storm into a clear lead into the puncture. After fixing it in the dark we headed off to our first destination, green river.

Along the way we were bombarded with advertisements for a hotel called little America, literally a bill board every half a mile or more. We arrived at little America and were due a rest break but didn't venture inside as we were too busy getting a photo with mile marker 69, whey. At this point the people leaving little America along the eastbound exit ramp were treated to a Stirling view of little ben as big ben relieved himself atop a bridge, fun.

Shortly after this jack decided to spice things up by declaring he had a slow puncture, our first hard shoulder puncture fix, getting good at this now. This makes it six for ben, five for jack and still zero for tom. After fixing it we carried on toward green river. On the way in we passed through a huge canyon which was brilliant to look at, up there with the lake tahoe view!

Here we stopped in a random fast food restaurant called the artic circle. It was a pretty comical place where the bloke serving us repeated our order into a microphone which was funny, he also had a cracking moustache! We have also decided to from now on give random funny names to the people in fast food restaurants so we can laugh when they inevitably call them out over the tanoy thing. Ben has also decided to pick up application forms from each place we eat in in the hope of attaining a grad job somewhere and putting his hospitality management degree to it's full potential.

After a few more miles through some canyons and stuff we arrived in rock springs. Here we had a bit of a palava trying to buy stamps, even the guys ups found it a hard task to sell us stamps! We then went through a drive thru ATM which throws the cash at you, tried again to phone home (it's impossible) and then went and lost our international house of pancakes virginity. Had a bit of kerfuffle here with the sheer amount of choice and options on the menu. For instance you have to pick a type of potato, then a type of gravy, possibly a type of sauce, etc etc etc, too much choice. However while tom and jack are muddling thru the menu choices ben is handling it like a seasoned pro, even ordering over easy eggs, still none the wiser what that means!

After a quick trip to walmart (officially full of idiots) for supplies and jack trying again to phone home (sorry katy) we headed off for the final thirty or so miles to a rest stop on top of a hill. On the way we popped into a proper local bar for some food and were treated to some frozen oven cooked pizza which cost us twenty dollars. After a minor hitch where a bungee cord got caught in jacks gears we climbed the final few hills.

Now we were warmed of a possibility of rattle snakes and scorpions but had no real choice as there was nowhere else for miles. After trying to hitch a lift down the road we gave up and ignored the no camping signs at the rest area as it was either stay here or ride in the dark again! Hope we make it thru the night!

P.s. Just realised who the guy from the artic circle reminds me of......ned Flanders