Quinton and I were slow getting around because of the cold.  I would guess the temperature was around 40 or slightly below.  I struggled to sleep because of the cold.  I still have not found a good way to stay warm.  The emergency blanket wrapped around me helped, but that just made me sticky with sweat.

All of us were headed out: Dave and Ben to Jackson, Lars to Yellowstone, and the Englishman to campsite B?  Dave and Ben were gifted a load of food from a supported bike touring group.  They paid a company to follow them and provide all the food.  We got the leftovers from that gift.

I was told that the route from Coulter Bay to Old Faithful was a flat one, but it was anything but flat.  I went up and down four passes before arriving at the park.  It felt tougher than the ride the day before.  Coming out of Coulter Bay we got a good look at Jackson Lake with the Tetons in the background.  Once we left the lake we started climbing up the Continental Divide.  The roads were busy with people either heading home or up to Old Faithful.  At the top of the first climb we started passing all of the cars that had passed us.  It felt great to dominate all of those cars.  If it weren’t for all of them getting in and out of their cars and walking we would have flew by them.

We stopped at a picnic area for lunch and they all passed us back.  Quinton convinced  me that I should fill up on water after lunch so I went down to the river.  Thinking I would explore around I tried jumping over a small branch of the river and did not make it.  After that, I just took the shoes off and waded around.  The cold water was refreshing in the hot sun.  There was still a cool breeze, but it was much warmer than it had been.

When we got back on the road the traffic was moving faster, but we were still faster.  That ended after we went through the gate to Yellowstone.  There was a major difference in the width of the shoulder.  It went from a 3 foot shoulder to a 1 foot.  The cars were now blowing by us and we started our second climb.  About halfway up we went over a bridge and read a sign that said waterfall.  There was also a sign that said the area was closed and that swimming and wading in the water was prohibited.  So, we went down to the falls anyway.

At the top of the climb the road overlooked Lewis River Gorge.  From there the road followed the river until it was the same level as the road.  That was the last I saw of Quinton.  He planned to stay near a campground off of Lewis Lake and I wanted to push on to Old Faithful.

I had not intended to even go into Yellowstone, but the CDT hikers raved about a breakfast buffet at Old Faithful and also a shower that you can sneak into on the second floor at Old Faithful Inn. From Lewis Lake I made my way up another pass and crossed the Continental Divide.  I met two cyclists at the top of the pass and they warned me that I had two more climbs before a long downhill to Old Faithful.

The first climb was not bad and it had a fast downhill on it.  Speed limit was 45 and I hit 46!  I didn’t pass any cars, but I didn’t get passed either.  At the bottom, I was spent.  I stopped again for another snack and turned on my rear light.  It wasn’t dark yet, but it was dark enough in the shade.  The last climb was straight up and it was a struggle.  So much so that I almost walked.  At the top I had 4 miles of downhill to Old Faithful.  I hit 48 on that downhill.  Coming over one rise I could see the steam from the pools.

First priority in the park was food.  I stopped a couple for directions and the man told me Old Faithful was about to blow and I should do that first.  I am glad I did otherwise I would have missed my chance.  I waited, took the photo, and then went to the visitor center to ask about camping.  They told me that the campground was closed and that I would have to find somewhere else to camp.  I could ride back up the mountain 15 miles or further North 15 miles and hope the campsite wasn’t full.  He also suggested I check with the lodges to see if they had any vacancies.  I was already spent and not about to ride any further.  I told him I needed food and then I would figure it out.  It was almost 8 and nearly dark after I found food and checked all of the lodges.  I offered to pay to sleep in their closets, but they said no.  I decided to scout around for a stealth camp.

I found some old buildings that looked abandoned and seemed like a good enough spot.  At that time, the same guy from the visitor center rode up and asked me how I was making it and then said he got me a lift to the campground North.  My stealth shower and breakfast buffet were no more.  Carl, a park interpreter, picked me up in his car and we maneuvered the bike into the backseat.  He was a nice guy and I appreciate him going out of his way to take me, even though I did not want to go anywhere.  He asked if I had a reservation to the campground and when I said no, he passed it up and headed straight to West Yellowstone, outside of the park.

Again, he was a nice guy and I’m sure he was trying to help, but he put 20 miles between me and that buffet.  He also drove me through the nice part of Yellowstone and into Montana!  In West Yellowstone he pulled over at the closest hotel and let me out.  I then proceeded to try every hotel in town for a vacancy.  Eventually I gave up and found a wooded area just outside of town to set up camp.  The trees were too short to hang my food so I parked the bike away from the tent with my food strapped to it.

That night I used everything I had to stay warm and was still cold.  I barely slept and the night seemed to go on forever.  Turns out, it dropped below freezing.  Once again, I would be looking for a warmer bag or alternative.

The day finally came and it was time to leave.  I was not going alone though.  Quentin came to the hostel friday night and also decided to wait around for the eclipse.  He started hiking the Appalachian Trail and after meeting some cyclists, traded in his pack for a bike and headed West.  

We would ride as far as we could up the Togwotee Pass, elevation 9658 feet.  We stopped about halfway for a snack and to look at the eclipse progress.  After about 20 minutes we got bored and decided to ride another 30 minutes and stop.  I told Quentin that it would be nice if we could roll up on a barbeque and get invited to join.  Within a minute we see this guy on the side of a hill jumping, waving, and whistling at us.  At first I thought he couldn’t be waving at us, but we were the only ones on the road.  In the 20 miles we had ridden, we only saw a handful of cars.  Everyone was probably hung over from the night before or staked their claim on a place to watch the eclipse from and not moving.  

Curious, we pull into the long drive and end up at a small snow resort.  The guy clears off a chair, hands us some eclipse glasses, and asks us if we would like to try his micro brew.  They were all set with their camera on a tripod with a black film covering the lens to capture the eclipse.  They also had a snack tray layed out and their cooler ready.  

As the moon and sun started to align we noticed the temperature dropping, the sky getting dark, and waves of light dancing on the ground.  One of CDT hikers told me to look at the way the light curved around objects making interesting shadows.  The edges of the shadows were somewhat blurry, but I wouldn’t describe it as a phenomenon.  When everything went dark we had almost a minute and a half to look at the glowing ring and stars.  When it was over the chihuahua perked his head up and started running around in circles.  And then it was over.  We filled the water bottles and got back on the road.

The rest of the climb to the pass was slow and grueling.  We never walked, but took breaks when the road flattened.  Almost to the summit and some girl in full lycra on a carbon bike with 21 cm tires blows by us.  I was struggling trying to keep the wheels straight and she passes me on the right.  Nothing ever passes me on the right so it made me jump and swerve.

At the top was a large pond and picnic area.  We spent about an hour resting, eating, and not wanting to move.  For lunch I had an instant mashed potato burrito and Quentin had instant mashed potato ramen.  He did some exploring around the pond while I attempted to take a nap.  The rest of the way should be nothing but down hill.  

We ran into our first bikepackers just below the summit.  It was a group of six that had started in Washington together.  I stayed and talked to the group for nearly half an hour while Quentin rode on.  I finally caught up with him at a gas station several miles away.  I decided that the climb out of the Tetons was way worse than the climb in.  I flew down the winding roads, so fast that I almost started passing cars.  Quentin was a little more conservative due to him missing a bearing and having a broken spoke on his rear wheel.  

Once we got to the valley floor we had another 15 miles to our campground on Jackson Lake.  At our campsite we found four solo cups and bottle of vodka left in the bear box.  We gave it a sample and left the rest for the next cyclists.  The two cyclists I met earlier that week that tempted me to go up the mountain were still there.  We spent the evening talking with them, an Englishman doing a zigzag tour of the U.S., and a German rollerblading from coast to coast.    

Today, I decided to leave the hostel and cross the mountain into the Tetons.  It was 4 o’clock when I finally decided to head out.  By that time the wind was blowing 20-25 mph.  I got 5 miles down the road and my pace dropped to 6 mph with a 30 mph wind.  I met two cyclists heading East into town and told them about the church.  They told me that the higher I climbed the stronger the wind got.  I was still 25 miles from summitting and that was what tipped my decision to returning to the church.  

My time at the church, which I call the hostel, has been a wonderful experience.  I have met more like minded people here than I have on my entire trip, maybe my entire life.  Everyone here is either a through-hiker or cyclist.  We mostly talked about food and gear.   Most of these through-hikers eat high Calorie, low nutrient foods and are consuming 5000-6000 Calories a day.  Coming off the trail, their first stop was usually the Cowboy Cafe for a burger, or two, and a piece of pie.  I found one girl wandering around town looking for the church and eating a half-gallon of icecream as she went.

There is a lot of community here.  People share what they have and help out when they can.  Sonny and Killer, AKA Scott and Genevieve, gave my gear a shake down today.  I was sitting in the living room packing my gear for the ride and Sonny started asking me about different things.  When I offered to let them help, Killer practically jumped at the opportunity to do a shake down.  We went through each piece of gear and reasoned keeping or leaving.  Since starting I have reassessed my gear twice, once in Tulsa and again when I first arrived.  I have dropped some gear and picked up some along the way.  The temperature change has been the dominating factor.  Once finished, I will compare my finish gear list with start gear list.  

Sonny and Killer took out my tablet, hammock and accessories, tarp, cyling jersey, shorts, whistle, 1/2 of wet wipe package, and solar panel.  Earlier this week when I went through the gear I took out a spare tire, electronic accessories, foam pad, hammock net, and some toiletries.  I debated a long time sending the hammock home and I have been on the fence about the tarp this whole time, even though it has come in handy a few times.  So, Sonny and Killer, I will be sending the tarp, hammock and accessories, whistle, solar panel, spare parts, front bottle cages, and some tools home in the mail.  I am keeping the clothes and will decide on the tablet in the morning.  

It has been a nice rest being here and I have neglected posting updates.  Mostly, I have been meeting and talking with adventurists, cooking and eating, and napping.  After my first day I somehow became the unofficial greeter for new people.  It is great to meet all of these people and to hear their stories, and after just a day it is hard to see them go.  I have already made plans to see a few North bounders along the trail and will hopefully run into others again.  I have mentioned a few by name, but there have been many that have made my stay here so memorable.  

Tomorrow is the eclipse and I plan to be in the middle of it.  The plan is to ride to the top of the pass and watch the totality from there.  My plans never work out, so we will see what happens.  

I have been living and often don’t even have my phone on me, so no photos this time.  

Still in Dubois…

From Ocean Lake to Dubois was 70 miles.  I was feeling good after the 70 miles before and felt I could make it, but the weather had other plans.  I had not had good reception the last few days, I was running out of water, and my phone and tablet were almost dead.  I used the solar when the sun poked out from the clouds, but it rarely did.  

With no service, I was unsure when the next water break would be.  I passed a couple reservoirs before deciding I should get water.  Highway 26 followed the Wind River all through the reservation.  At one of the crossings, I went down and filled the bottles with the Sawyer filter.  Not 10 miles down the road and there was a rest area with a water fountain.  No electric outlets though.

From the rest area it was 10 miles to Crowheart and 30 more to Dubois.  Those 10 miles to Crowheart were tough.  I was averaging 7 mph and the wind averaging 30 mph stronger gusts.  It was a straight head wind.  At one point I pushed the bike a hill that normally I could have easily gone up.  The wind was so strong at times that I was in my lowest gear struggling to go downhill.  When I got to Crowheart I decided to wait out the wind.  I asked the store owner there when the wind usually stops and he said, “I’ve been here for 70 years and it hasn’t stopped yet.”  He told me I could hang out at the fire station across the street.  It had a covered area with picnic tables out of the wind.  At this point, it was only 2 PM.  The wind did not stop until the next morning. 

I set up my camp, which was my sleeping pad wrapped up in the tarp.  No need for the tent that night.  Later in the evening I heard some cars pull up and people talking.  I stuck my head around the corner and it was a couple with two horses and a chiropractor, a horse chiropractor.  Dr. Tiger worked on people during the day and would work on animals every week or so.  He said, “I’m chiropractic whore, if it has a spine then I will touch it, and probably have”.  He lives in Jackson and it was tempting to ask for a lift.  By the end of the night, he worked on 15 horses and one dog.  

I left Casper after lunch to reach the Rest Area 50 miles away.  Between Casper and Shoshoni, about a 100 mile stretch, there is not much of anything.  I have enough Spaghettios and peanut butter to last me a few days without stopping, but only enough water for two days.  I pedalled, and when I got tired of pedalling I still had 20 miles to go.  My snack between meals is either a tortilla and honey or a fig bar.  This day, I went through several fig bars.  I am considering wrapping the tortilla around the fig bar and covering with honey.  

I have stopped using my odometer and try to rely on time and pace to judge distance.  I estimated that I had 2 miles left when I saw a sign that said 3 miles to the rest area.  Just passed it was a rundown bar/store/hotel.  I pulled in at the sign of people and newly hung flags.  The ladies were redoing the store, trying to beat flood of people coming for the eclipse.  She said NASA had already made a reservation to stay with them.  To that I told them they should chalk out squares and charge $50/night.  They were in the 100% eclipse zone and would make enough to redo most of their place.  

They showed me around and offered to let me stay in one of the cabins.  The cabins were built in the late 1800’s.  They had no modern amenities and barely had a roof.  I declined, hoping for running water and electricity at the rest stop.  The owner then offered me some homemade vegetable soup.  She said I looked terrible and needed some soul food, so she brought me a cup of the soup and a pear.  That is where I found the old Honda.