Worst headwinds ever. The wind blows with such a force that I struggle to stay on the bike. After 6 hours of fierce fighting with an 18kmh average I reach Cheyenne to get some supplies. I had run out of food and water long ago as it had taken me much longer. After Cheyenne I reach Colorado and the shaddow of the Rocky mountains where the wind gets less and I can still make good progress. I got an invitation by Courtney, a local cyclist outside Denver. Nice change.