After Devils Tower, I unfortunately listened to the advice of a very nice lady at a State Info Center, and on my way to the Tetons and Yellowstone, took a treacherous trip down a windy narrow canyon road under construction..and stopped at a Wind River Canyon campground, in the Bridger-Teton National Forest since I was exhausted. I was traveling by myself, so I always chatted to families and camped near them..which worked very well.
The wind whipped up something awful, thus the reason for the canyon being called the Wind River..I kept a hammer with me for pounding stakes into desert/hard packed dirt camping spots, and kept pounding those stakes in as furiously as I could, as other tents and camping equipment blew by me. The wind was howling so bad, some people’s tents blew down the ridge we were perched on top of. At the end of the wind tunnel rush, my tent was the only one still standing…on to the Tetons!