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Sunday May 30, 2021 #
11 AM
Bicycle 8:03:14 [1] 103.32 mi (4:41 / mi) +1485m 4:29 / mi
ahr:122 max:216
This was a day. There was nowhere to stay near Yellowstone and nothing for 50 miles beyond it, so the plan was 126 miles. It was figured that since I haven't been biking much/at all, I'd join for the end bits, which meant I'd help break down camp in the morning and then meet up with them. I decided to do this 23 miles in, for no reason in particular.
So I rode the RV to a point with a lovely view, changed into my bike gear, and set off with the crew. We moved into Jackson, rode a nice-but-rolling bike path, then an annoying roadside path, and then gave up on paths (too soon, ones past downtown were flat and nice) and went through holiday traffic in the kitschy, national park-adjacent town (the only kind).
But then we got views of the Tetons. Jesse described the mountains four times for Shawn, and I just took it all in. A slight headwind, and lots of traffic, but nicely-maintained National Park roads and few trucks made it tolerable. Oh and the Teton views. Big Tits mountains!
Then we took a right turn and the traffic went way, and the day began. We'd seen elk and bison, and went by people looking at bear, and we had a 17 mile, 2600 foot climb (total for the day was nearly 4000) to the Continental Divide. As we went up Crystal and I took turns back-end guiding and catching our breath. I punctured a tire at one point so grabbed a new wheel off the truck (which was nice) and caught up, although the gearing wasn't perfect. Lots of snow, probably great skiing, but no skis. I was near a bonk but gobbled some sandwiches, and we crested the divide: 30 miles to go.
These were the hardest. You can't bomb the downhill with a blind rider. At a "road damage" sign I scouted out a washout and we had to take the uphill lane, luckily there was basically zero traffic. Down down down and then it was flat and we hit a headwind. This was rough for a while but eventually we dropped off of the plateau, the wind slackened off, and we rolled towards town, with Shawn just pounding after 120 miles. My helmet was dead so I was justing listening to the music. We rolled through town at/after dusk, past three or four RV parks, before finally finding our park, and collapsed.
First century, and I feel … fine?
So I rode the RV to a point with a lovely view, changed into my bike gear, and set off with the crew. We moved into Jackson, rode a nice-but-rolling bike path, then an annoying roadside path, and then gave up on paths (too soon, ones past downtown were flat and nice) and went through holiday traffic in the kitschy, national park-adjacent town (the only kind).
But then we got views of the Tetons. Jesse described the mountains four times for Shawn, and I just took it all in. A slight headwind, and lots of traffic, but nicely-maintained National Park roads and few trucks made it tolerable. Oh and the Teton views. Big Tits mountains!
Then we took a right turn and the traffic went way, and the day began. We'd seen elk and bison, and went by people looking at bear, and we had a 17 mile, 2600 foot climb (total for the day was nearly 4000) to the Continental Divide. As we went up Crystal and I took turns back-end guiding and catching our breath. I punctured a tire at one point so grabbed a new wheel off the truck (which was nice) and caught up, although the gearing wasn't perfect. Lots of snow, probably great skiing, but no skis. I was near a bonk but gobbled some sandwiches, and we crested the divide: 30 miles to go.
These were the hardest. You can't bomb the downhill with a blind rider. At a "road damage" sign I scouted out a washout and we had to take the uphill lane, luckily there was basically zero traffic. Down down down and then it was flat and we hit a headwind. This was rough for a while but eventually we dropped off of the plateau, the wind slackened off, and we rolled towards town, with Shawn just pounding after 120 miles. My helmet was dead so I was justing listening to the music. We rolled through town at/after dusk, past three or four RV parks, before finally finding our park, and collapsed.
First century, and I feel … fine?