Wednesday, July 15, 1981

Day 24: July 15
Colter Bay Campground to Dubois, WY KOA Kampground
66 miles


Grand Teton reflected in the Snake River.
Wednesday, 7/15/81
KOA Kampground, Dubois, WY

It dipped below freezing in the Tetons last night. In know because in the morning, I had frost all over my sleeping bag. We got up and had breakfast at expensive John Colter Café. I had coffee, eggs, toast, hash browns, and hotcakes. Bought knot gloves, too. Took lots of pictures of the majestic Tetons.

Climb over Togwotee Pass, second highest of the trail, was 15 miles with some downhill. 25 miles downhill on the other side. Very different, drier mountains over here. Wind on Wind River was at our backs, luckily. Red hills around Dubois, our camp are very pretty. Shower and pool here.
The Grand Tetons from Jackson Hole.


Grand Teton in soft morning light.
The Grand Tetons from Togwatee Pass climb.

Breccia Cliffs at Togwotee Pass
Breccia Cliffs at Togwotee Pass


Tuesday, July 14, 1981

Day 23: July 14
Madison Campground, WY to Colter Bay Campground, WY
74 miles

Tuesday, 7/14/81
Colter Bay Campground, Grand Teton National Park
Hot water algae.

Good day today. Very cold in the morning. We stopped at lots of geysers along the way. Jack and I found a bike trail through trees for two miles to Old Faithful. Found a herd of elk all to ourselves. Saw Old Faithful again. The elk herd was strolling across six lanes of traffic at the Old Faithful interchange, creating a huge traffic jam. We decided to hurry since we had  50 miles to go. We crossed the Divide three times in as many hours. Made it to Colter Bay in Grand Tetons National Park, but I've never been so tired. A nice couple shared their site with us.
I experienced my second throwing incident on one of the long climbs up one of those passes. Someone in a passing RV threw a bucket of water at me, as I recall. Other than the shock, I really didn’t mind that much, since it was a hot climb.

Excelsior Geyser hits the Firehole River.

Lower Geyser Basin.

Elk herd on the bike trail.





Morning Glory Pool.





Old Faithful blows.

Steamy scene


Kepler Cascade
Isa Lake drains into both Pacific & Atlantic oceans


Grand Tetons & Jackson Lake
Lewis Falls

Grand Tetons & Jackson Lake














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.

Sunday, July 12, 1981

Day 21: July 12
Sheridan City Park, MT to campgound near Ennis, MT
52 miles

Jack returns from the two-story outhouse.
Sunday, 7/12/81

Disappointing day. Couldn't find my Off last night, so couldn't sleep, so slept in late. Bret had a flat, so we left without him. Stopped at Nevada City with Jack. It's a restored town with fully furnished shops and homes and two-story outhouse. (Norm Ormbrek and I stopped here in '75(?)) At Virginia City, two miles beyond, found Rick waiting for us. He'd finally figured out we were behind him, not in front. 3.5-mile, 7% grade out of town and 7-mile descent to Madison River valley with Madison River Range alongside.

We waited in Ennis for 2 1/2 hours for Bret. He didn't show, so Jack stayed while Rick and I rode down the valley. 20-mph headwind smacked us and we headed to the nearest camp. No trees, water and river though. 60 lousy miles today.

I used “thornproof” (double-thickness) inner tubes and did not have a flat all the way from Seattle to Denver.


Nevada City.

Old railroad engine, Nevada City, MT.

The old schoolhouse.
Madison Valley & mountains.
 

Saturday, July 11, 1981

Day 20: July 11
Cow pasture at Big Hole Pass, MT to Sheridan Town Park, MT
73 miles

Saturday, 7/11/81
Town Park, Sheridan MT
Building thunderhead.
Watched sunrise this morning. It hit clouds first, then alpenglow on Bitterroots, then hill on right, then hill on left, then us, so I got up. It was so cold, my feet were getting cold inside my sleeping bag.

Rode downand up to Badger Pass and down to Dillon by 10:30. 35 miiles--pretty good. Ate at Skeets Cafe, showered at Hotel Metlen, etc.

Played cat and dog with thundershowers in the 30 miles from Dillon to Twin Bridges. Thunder and lightning stabbing the ground was very dramatic. From Twin Bridges, rode 10 miles in headwind and more storms to Sheridan. Camping in Town Park with New Yorker.

We found ourselves in the position of following five miles behind one storm, watching its lightning bolts stab the earth in front of us. We dared not stop though, because there was one coming up behind us doing the very same thing. Eventually, Bret got a flat, so we all stopped under an awning on a farm and let the following storm sweep over us.

Aging barn.

Black and white storm.

Double rainbow.

Friday, July 10, 1981

Day 19: July 10
Campground near Sula, MT to cow pasture at Big Hole Pass, MT
62 miles

Friday, 7/10/81
Cow pasture at Big Hole Pass
Nez Perce Big Hole Battlefield.
Climbed Lost Trail and Chief Joseph Passes this morning and crossed Continental Divide over to Mississippi watershed.

Stopped at Big Hole battlefield where Chief joseph's tribe was attacked at dawn, yet still managed to escape with most of the people. It made me cry.

Fought swarms of mosquitoes at lunch at Wisdom.


 The village was surprise-attacked by the US Army at dawn.
Wisdom billed itself as the “mosquito and late winter capitol of Montana.” I don’t know about late winters, but they certainly lived up to the first half of their reputation. When we stopped for lunch, we were getting eaten alive by mosquitoes at noon on a 95° day with no shade. These experts recommend Off as the best defense against the bugs. I agree.


A bird.
Stopped short of planned destination tonight at Big Hole Pass, elevation 7,000 feet. Should get cold but it's very nicce, really. We're camping in a cow pasture--grass, sage brush, and cow pies. Pretty sunset. [One of Bret's and my favorite memories from the entire ride is camping in that cow pasture!]

 


Big Hole, Montana.


Jack & Bret and part of our stuff in a cow pasture.
Also see this blog's header photo.)



Thursday, July 9, 1981

Day 18: July 9
Florence, MT to Sula, MT
69 miles

Thursday, 7/9/81
Campground outside Sula, MT

Early morning fog on our makeshift campsite.
Left Rick at the capsite--he was late with breakfast. Never saw him again. He probably passed us when we stopped at a donut shop.

Rick apparently passed us and spent the next two days trying I catch up with us. Every cyclist we met approaching us told us about this guy tearing along and asking if they’d seen anyone fitting our description, which of course, they hadn’t. It was laughable! The farther along we went. The farther ahead people reported seeing him! 
We wanted to cross two passes this afternoon and make 85 miles, but got too beat andwent 75 miles and camp at the bottom of the first climb.

Stopped at a taxidermist in Darby with bears, mountain lions, elk, beaver, moose, etc. It was very interesting. Also watched a guy paint a mural of nearby mountains across the street.
A Bitterroot Valley tree.


A Bitterroot Valley barn.

Bitterroot Valley scenery.
A Bitterroot Valley home.