Jackson, WY - Dubois, WY

This was one of those days when I wasn't feeling it.  I was tired from the get-go and wasn't looking forward to climbing from Jackson (elev. 6247 feet) over Togwatee Pass (elev. 9584 feet). But a howling tailwind and a wide, smooth road made the trek more bearable and I made it 86 miles to Dubois (DEW-boyz), which was the longest ride of the trip so far.

The light was gloomy all day with the clouds and the smoke, and the wind was chilly.  So I sweated inside my wind jacket and froze when I took it off.  If I got off the bike and stood up, streams of sweat poured out of the jacket cuffs.  I took a few pictures because I felt I ought to, but I wasn't paying too much attention to anything.  The scenery was nice of course, but I found myself on autopilot.  I cranked away listening to Led Zeppelin.  My mind was detached from my body and my legs knew what to do.

At one point on the pass, there was a pilot car leading traffic through road construction.  They didn't want me to ride my bike through the narrow gravel path with traffic, so I had to throw my bike in the back of a truck.  It's kind of nice to be hauled a few miles up the pass, but it's also a pain because I have to take all of my panniers off in a hurry.  The pickup took me about five miles and then I had to get my bike out and reassemble everything.  While I was parked on an embankment struggling to put my panniers on, my kickstand sheared off and the bike, the bags, and myself all started sliding down the hill.  One of the road workers came to help me and finally I got it sorted out.  All of this happened in front of a long line of parked cars waiting to go through the construction, so I put on a good show for everyone.  Not my smoothest moment.

From the top of the pass it was 30 miles downhill into Dubois, where I cruised into the KOA.  I said hello to my neighbors David and his son Garrett, from Missouri.  Before I could refuse I was given a plate of brats and potatoes.  We talked into the evening until our toes got cold.  The kindness of strangers can be unbelievable.

Tomorrow is 75 miles to Lander.  Then 126 miles across the big empty to Rawlins.  Might be able to make that push if I get after it early.  Apparently there is an abandoned uranium mining town halfway called Jeffrey City where bicyclists sometimes sleep, but it sounds like a place I'd rather avoid.


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Just took this photo to show what a tailwind I had.

Up on Togwatee Pass

Finally

Coming down the pass, some cool rock stuff

Things looking a little drier out east

Largest in the world!

Camp at the Dubois KOA.  Notice the trees in the wind.

Garrett playing a tune.  It was the most pleasant sound I heard all day.

Jackson, WY day 2 (rented road bike)

This morning I walked back over to Hoback Sports and rented a Specialized road bike.  It was very slick and fast, but the seat was rock-hard and I didn't have any padded shorts.  So I spent a lot of time standing on the pedals instead of sitting down.  I pedaled up Teton Pass, which is a steep grind.  There is an old road that is closed to motorized traffic, so I grunted my way up in peace.  At the top of the pass the winds were ferocious, pelting me with grit and gravel.  I hung out for awhile and took some pictures, then went down the main road.  It was wickedly steep and the gusts of wind required that I keep a tight grip on the handlebars.  The wind shot me back into Jackson, and I returned the bike to the shop mechanic who also loaned me his backpack for the day.  Nice fellow.

Before the ride I got a haircut, and the barbershop talk was all about the fire.  Although I have heard countless different rumors, the latest is that a guy was burning trash and it got out of control.  The fire has been producing a huge plume of smoke that drifts over the town.  Everyone walking down the street is looking up staring at it.  The winds were very strong and I saw little of the aircraft support I saw yesterday.  I can't imagine that firefighters would have much control over it.  Tomorrow is supposed to be slightly calmer but still dry and windy.

On first glance, Jackson looks like a rough-and-tumble cowboy town.  But upon closer examination, that's not quite true..  Everything is eye-wateringly expensive, and the people walking around are either tourists, big-hatted cattlemen (although they may have adopted the look), or jaded young ski-bum types.  There are surely plenty of nice people here who don't hang around downtown Jackson, trading climbing stories and growing interesting facial hair.  But I liked Missoula better.

Tomorrow is still going to be windy, but I am going to take off.  Still undecided, but maybe 287 to Dubois, Lander, Rawlins looks good.  There's a 90-mile stretch there w/o services, maybe I can dash across it.



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Passing the time

View of the fire from Teton Pass

Gotta look cool

Shabby chic in Jackson.  The Sotheby's sign is a bonus.

Jackson, WY day 1 (rented mountain bike)

Wyoming has a notorious reputation for wind, and the weather service has issued a wind advisory for today and part of tomorrow.  Currently it is raining lightly after a thunderstorm passed through, which is hopefully good for the fire.  It's not so good for riding a bicycle, though.

Yesterday I left the KOA after chatting with several racers from that 206-mile ride.  I pedaled back into Jackson which is uphill and 10 miles.  Along the way I watched the firefighters work.  They have a lot of aircraft working in such a small area.  They must have good communication.  

The smoke plume is enormous from Jackson and everyone is out watching it.  I rented a mountain bike from Hoback Sports in Jackson, and started up the Snow King ski mountain.  Up in the woods, I ran into a Forest Service firefighter who turned me back.  Then I went east of town up the Cache valley.  There were USFS closures on most of the good trails but I found one that was fun.  I heard that later in the day, a fire broke out in that area and now it's all closed.  

Last night I was thinking I'd rent a road bike today and attempt a century over Teton Pass, Victor, and back to Jackson.  But it's windy and rainy and strange outside.  Maybe I will ride it up Teton Pass and back.  Supposed to be a good climb.

I still am trying to figure out a route south of here.  There are several options, none appetizing.  I suppose I will just pick one.

Lane the bike shop guy

Flagg Ranch, WY - Jackson, WY

It was a gorgeous day today.  In the low 70s, not a cloud in the blue sky.  I rode from Flagg Ranch through Grand Teton National Park, where I took a scenic road around Jackson Lake and Jenny Lake.  The Tetons were apparently named in the 1820s by French fur trappers.  The translation is fairly apparent.  It makes perfect sense to me, as frontier fur-trapping was surely a lonely business.

They are picture-perfect mountains, jaggedly rising straight out of the flat plain that is Jackson Hole.  The big lakes at their feet allow for some magnificent contrasts.  The road was wide and smooth.  Except for getting buzzed by a few RVs, drivers blissfully listening to The Best of Lawrence Welk, it was a pleasure.  There is a bike path that starts about 20 miles north of Jackson and heads straight into town.  

Miles away from town I saw a wisp of white smoke rising into the otherwise cloudless sky.  I thought there was a house fire in town, or perhaps a car fire.  Over the next hour-and-a-half it took me to pedal into town, the plume grew tenfold and turned a telltale shade of amber.  It was a forest fire, and growing rapidly.  It appeared to be directly behind the Snow King ski area which is right in town.  It turns out that it was a couple of ridges behind the ski area, but still very close to town.  I heard on the radio that some mandatory evacuations were in effect.  Later on, as I cruised down the road to my KOA accommodation, the highway was lined with cars and people gawking and taking photos.  There were three air tankers and a helicopter doing endless slow loops to and from the fire.  

There were lots of bicyclists riding into town all day.  Later I heard that it was a race from Logan, UT to Jackson, WY.  206 miles and 7000 feet of climbing.  That is unfathomable.  Some people were still coming in after dark.  They didn't look like they were having fun.  At all.

While in Jackson, I stopped a few places and got into several conversations.  An interesting one was at the bike shop, where I discussed recumbent bicycles at some length with a guy who looked like a hairy Bjorn Borg.  He had also ridden across southern Wyoming, and recommended a road.  Later he recounted the story, saying that the wind was so bad he had to walk his bike for fear of being blown into the traffic lane.  Great recommendation, dude.  Winds are forecast to pick up tomorrow and Monday, so I may take a break here in Jackson.  Tomorrow I think I am going to ride back to Jackson (10 miles uphill, unfortunately), and rent a mountain bike to take up to the Snow King ski area.  I'll bet there will be a lot of people up there watching the fire.  

Hero neighbor Mike sent me a down mummy sleeping bag and bivy.  I feel so confident in staying warm that I put the hammock up again tonight.

*updated yesterday's pics also

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Tetons from the north

Pretty good road

Strange caterpillar

As I got closer to town, this is what I saw

Downtown Jackson

Spectators lined the road to watch

Lake Lodge, Yellowstone NP - Flagg Ranch, WY

Every day has a story.  I awoke in one of the park's staff cabins before daybreak, and headed out. There was more of the park to see before heading south to Tetons.  On the way south, I walked through the West Thumb geyser basin, which is on the shore of Yellowstone Lake.  Deep pools and mudpots and mini fountains hiss and bubble next to the lake.  It was a gorgeous autumn-feeling day and the views across the lake were endless.  I think it was the most picturesque of the thermal features in Yellowstone.  The steam isn't even smelly.  Some of the deep blue pools looked very inviting for a soak, although that may not be the best idea.

After I left West Thumb, I spent a really long time trying to figure out some logistics.  Super-neighbor Mike shipped one of my good sleeping bags and a bivy sack to the KOA in Jackson.  He said he's slept in the bivy at 11,000 feet in a storm.  So I will regain my outdoor sleeping capabilities.  I'm still kicking myself for not packing warm enough, but three weeks ago it was a heat wave.  This morning people were scraping ice off their windshields.  

Leaving Yellowstone, I had mixed feelings.  The area has astounding natural beauty, and the idea that there is a vast magma chamber under your feet is mind-boggling.  I grinned ear-to-ear at the things I saw, heard, and smelled.  

The depressing part was that the park infrastructure was in poor shape.  Yellowstone is one of America's crown jewels which millions of people from all over the world visit every summer.  Yet the roads are in dire shape, the boardwalks are rickety, the bathrooms filthy, and the staff had an air of sad resignation.  The Xanterra company makes a killing renting rooms in the historic lodges that the CCC built, and sells Wonder Bread in the park grocery for $4/loaf.  It just seems that the place deserves better.  I guess there is no funding.  

The human impact on the park is significant. The constant stream of roaring cars and RVs, the crush of people jostling to get a good look at some feature, people throwing things in the pools and springs, human waste on the ground at roadside picnic areas… it can be disheartening.  Luckily the park is mostly closed in the winter and perhaps can recover from the human impact.  But to paraphrase my friend Austin's father, humanity isn't going to destroy the earth.  The earth has been here for billions of years and will be here for billions more.  Humanity might destroy itself, sure.  But what of it?  Humans have been here for a blink of an eye in planetary time.  The planet will eventually be fine after we've all gone away.  That's one way to look at it, anyhow.

Things got better later in the day after I'd resolved to enjoy myself in spite of my camping situation.  I reserved a cabin down the road at a place called Flagg Ranch, and saddled up to ride there.  It was a splendid ride along Heart Lake and Lewis Lake.  The low sun flashed through the trees as I sailed down, down, down.  I didn't realize there was such a descent.  In awhile I pulled into the ranch.  They directed me to my cabin.  For the amount of money I paid, I was sort of expecting it to have bedsheets, maybe a coffee maker, at least a heater.  It had none of these.  Just a cold log cabin with a bunk bed and vinyl mattresses.  Pretty disappointing.  But I remembered that I'm staying in the moment and enjoying it regardless, so I sighed and gathered my things to find the shower.  

Upon stopping into the camp host's office to ask directions, I got into a conversation with the gregarious fellow on duty.  As we were talking about the history of the ranch, he mentioned something about Vail Resorts.  My ears perked up.  I said that I work for VR.  He said "Oh, you didn't know?  Vail owns this place.  You're an employee?  Well what are you staying in that cabin for?  We'll have to upgrade you."  He clicked on his computer and put me into the "Deluxe" cabin which has not only a heater, but also has terry towels, coffee, Turkish sheets, everything.  Super swank!  I walked in and twirled around in the opulence.  This is good living!

Later that night at dinner I learned that everyone in the complex works at one of the VR properties in the wintertime.  Everybody treated me like I was some new cool guy who showed up to the party.  It was great.  I would stay here all day tomorrow but I must ride through Teton and Jackson.  It's not that far I don't think, maybe 40 miles.  There will be enough time to poke around.

No pictures this time because this place is way out in the middle of nowhere.  No cell, no radio, etc.  They have satellite internet but it's super slow and having problems.  I will have to post pics tomorrow.


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Deep pool at West Thumb geyser basin

Fumaroles on the shore

Steamy spa

Nice road out of the park

Lewis Lake

Upgraded accomodation

Lake Village, continued

Yesterday I hung around this lodge most of the afternoon waiting for a cancellation on a room.  I was pretty much marooned because of the winds and impending cold.  Something came up that was $200 and 15 miles back where I came from.  I didn't take it.  As it got dark, I chatted with some employees who turned out to have an extra room at their place, and invited me to stay.  I was very grateful to have a warm place to sleep, but I had to get up before dawn when everybody went to work.  So I pedaled back to this lodge.

Fog was hanging over the lake and the sun was peeking through.  The lakeshore is a couple of hundred yards down from the lodge, so I took a walk.  There was a lady from Utah standing outside the lodge.  As I walked by, she warned me that I should be very careful.  She was very worried that I would be gored by a sneaky buffalo.  I invited her to follow me down the lake, promising that I would die first while she ran.  She nervously accepted.  

The lodge is a beautiful building but a bit cloying.  It is mostly full of the tour bus set.  New-age music is playing on the PA and there is a gift shop selling useless crap at inflated prices.  I am hoping to get out of this park today since I am obviously having trouble finding somewhere to sleep, and am getting robbed every time I get something to eat at the park grocery.  All lodges and services in the park are run by a company called Xanterra, who has their green leafy earth-friendy brochures and advertisements everywhere.

I have to stay in Teton tonight since it is an unbroken national park almost all the way to Jackson 100 miles away.  The sleeping situation is bothersome and it is totally my fault, which is frustrating.  I have an awesome winter sleeping bag at home.  Maybe I will pick up a medium-duty one somewhere to replace my decades-old Snoopy bag (ok not really), in which the insulating fill has long since collapsed.

Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone.  It's much, much huger than the picture indicates.  It's one of those spaces where the vastness compresses your vision from 3-D to 2-D as the depth and breadth is too much.

Balancing tourism with nature at the park.  The park is totally set up for automobiles, with no public transportation (and no bike lanes).  Xanterra runs a bus that goes around.

Ubiquitous warning sign by the thermal features.  This boy's sister is obviously laughing at him while he gets broiled.

Windy and grim by the lake in the afternoon.

The Lake Lodge, where I hung around in the lobby

Fog lifting over the lake at sunrise

Canyon Village, Yellowstone NP - Lake Village, Yellowstone NP

The weather took a turn for the worse today and I found myself heading into a dead-on headwind as I went south.  Stopped to see the Mud Volcano in all its sulfuric glory.  Mostly I was worried about tonight's weather, which is supposed to dip to the high 20s with chance of precipitation.  Another night to get a room, I believe.  The park's hotels are all full, and there were no cancellations.  Pretty un-psyched about spending the evening at the campground in my quasi-adequate camp gear.  Just met some nice government employees who said I could stay at a staff cabin nearby.  As little as I like to take charity, tonight it seems like a good idea.



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