A small climb as a morning starter – what more does one need. I confess – I’m getting a bit nervous about all those bear stories (my neighbor last night had stories about seeing bears on the slopes of the mountain in front of the inn and about a lady walking her dog seeing a bear along the road). Time to get the bell hanging on the front bag – not that it makes that much noise. My singing capacity is not there yet: do need all the air to breath when climbing hills. Along Earthquake Lake with its spooky blackened trees in the water I met two young cyclists from Florida going the other way (again). They average double the miles I manage – but, as they said, “it’s all about having fun”. Yeah!
Just a couple of miles down the road a woman stopped me over. “Are you going solo?”, she asks “Way to go – power to you” and off she went running along the lake. A break along Hebgen Lake is a must. Had a very very hot chocolate – the most chocolately chocolate I ever had! Meanwhile I enjoyed overlooking the blue lake and the mountains in the distance.
Time does not stop – I need to go on. Boy, was this back to civilization with all that traffic on US 191. The last 8 miles
I could not help thinking about last year’s desperate potty stop and visions of the movie Dances with Wolves came back where that soldier uses pages of his diary to clean his but. After cycling into headwinds again for 8 miles the town of West Yellowstone pops up like a mirage in the desert. The campground is in town on Electric street. After setting up a thunderstorm blew its way into town. Time to play some National Parks Monopoly! In the late afternoon I strolled into town – thinking about how expanded West has become. Time does not stand still!
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