Day 339
The talented Ohrmanns
Well we had a fun night at the motel. We abandoned plans to heat up some soup in the microwave and ate at the bar in the pub. It was quite surreal, on the surface a typical American bar, full of locals and the fishing, hunting and tourist crowd, except for one thing, cocktails. Yes, you read that right, Brenda the awesome lady behind the bar was kept busy all night making drink after drink. Well obviously I had to join in too, Brenda hadn’t made a Daiquiri before but she nailed it! The locals were more into Margaritas.
After a great night we had plans for a short day, just 37 miles and the majority of it downhill. We had just a couple of miles uphill to go then, bam, down we went. Well that was the plan but the route took us through a stunning canyon and we simply had to stop. The camera and the drone came out, it was so beautiful. When we finally reached the bottom it was lunch time so we sat by the river and took our time soaking in the view.
Just before our destination for the night, a campsite in the town park at Drummond, we stopped at the Ohrmann Museum and Gallery. This place is owned by John Ohrmann and his dad Bill. Bill had farmed cattle all his working life but had always painted and when he retired he decided to expand on his ‘hobby’. Well what a talent, the garden was full of awesome metal sculptures which father and son created together. Anyone is welcome just to wander around and enjoy them, and that’s just what we did. John arrived whilst we were there and opened up the museum and gallery, which was full of smaller sculptures and paintings. I was particularly taken by their 3D metal pictures. My father-in-law, Brian, who is an artist has created some fantastic 3D paintings and the style of these were so like Brian’s work. If I hadn’t been on the bike I would have been very tempted to treat myself to a 3D piece of artwork of a bison, but Tom wisely pointed out it would not fit in the panniers and we would struggle to hang it up in the tent!
So reluctantly we headed to our camp spot, just another couple of miles down the road. We both felt as if we could cycle some more, Tom looked on Google Maps at a few suitable places 10 miles further, but as they were all called Bear Gulch, or Bear This, Bear That, I wimped out and said no, lets stay put! It was a fine spot, a small park, technically closed, so free to camp. We put the inner up under a covered picnic area, some kind soul had left a pile of wood so we had a fire. Before settling down for the night we had an explore. We were next to the town’s rodeo arena but all was quiet, the same at the baseball pitch and the railway bridge hadn’t seen a train in many a year. This meant a quiet night for us!
