I typically meet one cyclist, or group of cyclists, per day. They've always been heading west, until today when in the tiny town of Ordway, I ran into four, all heading east like me. They are two groups, a mother and her daughter who started in Colorado a couple days ago and have already had 6 flat tires, and 2 college-aged guys who seem like frat boys. The "dude, bros" caught up to me by skipping Montana and cutting through Idaho, to avoid the mountains, the big sissies.
I'm kind of dreading having the dudes around for the next 2,200 miles, and hope that they, or preferably me (ahh, it'll be me, haha) will be faster and put some distance between us. I suspect the mother/daughter team will quit. They seemed pretty discouraged already.
The terrain out here is hot, flat and brown. It's gonna be like that for awhile. A little competition would liven things up.