On to Carter Station
At Piedmont Station I decide to go around by way of Fort Bridger and strike the direct trail again at Carter Station, twenty four miles farther east.

A tough bit of Country
From page 84 of "Around the World on a Bicycle ... From San Francisco to Teheran. With ... illustrations" by Thomas Stevens (1887) courtesy of the British Library
The next day at noon finds me "tucked in my little bed" at Carter, decidedly the worse for wear, having experienced the toughest twenty-four hours of the entire journey. I have to ford no less than nine streams of ice-cold water; get benighted on a rain-soaked adobe plain, where I have to sleep out all night in an abandoned freight-wagon; and, after carrying the bicycle across seven miles of deep, sticky clay, I finally arrive at Carter, looking like the last sad remnant of a dire calamity - having had nothing to eat for twenty-four hours.