Monday, July 13, 1981

Day 22: July 13
Campground near Ennis, MT to Madison Campground, WYv74 miles


Earthquake Lake, the landslide that created it,
and the trees it drowned.
It's beautiful. We must be inside Yelowstone.
An elk poses for tourists.
Monday, 7/13/81
Madison Campground, Yellowstone, WY

Rain woke me up this morning. Just a sprinkle. I rode my butt off 55 miles before lunch to catch up with Bret and Jack just outside West Yellowstone. Stopped at Earthquake Center, though. Very interesting. Killed 28 people.

God, I was tired. We rode six miles into the park for lunch after running errands. Stopped at Madison Campground and found a biker willing to share his site. Bret and I wandered with unloaded bikes through the Firehole River Canyon and Lower Geyser Basin.


I still remember the revelation of venturing forth on the luxury of “light bikes” to see the awe-inspiring spectacles of Yellowstone. We used an entire roll of film each and returned to camp by dinner.
I had a little camp stove that burned Coleman fuel. I couldn’t carry a gallon of fuel around with me, so one of my great worries was how to refuel. In this large campground, I went begging camp to camp and quickly found people who appreciated my story and gave me a refill. Of course, they wouldn’t take my money and I was sograteful! Now that the roles are reversed, I know I would be completely charmed and delighted if a cyclist approached me for a bit of Coleman fuel.
Madison River canyon


An erupting geyser.

An erupting geyser.

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Fountain paint pots (bubbling hot sulphur mud).



Fountain paint pots (bubbling hot sulphur mud).

Great Fountain Geyser not quite living up to its name.

I contemplate Firehole Canyon.


I make a chipmunk friend.


Even Yellowstone ponds are spectacular
Firehole Canyon.
Large animals hanging about. We must be inside Yellowstone.
Firehole Canyon.