72.88 miles (Total: 3125.97) Avg Speed: 15.8mph Max Speed: 35.5mph

The elevation profile for today’s ride looked like the best all trip, a long sloping downhill towards Ennis, losing about 2,oooft over the ride. Because of this me and Wim enjoyed a more than casual morning not setting off until around 11am. Getting out of the Yellowstone area provided a nice return to the tranquil riding conditions we have been more accustomed too with hardly a car on the road.

We flew around Earthquake Lake which was unsurprisingly caused by an earthquake many moons ago. We stopped for a brief lunch at a rest area where I went to use the bathroom, there was only one toilet stall. As I was sat a guy comes in with 3 young kids, 2 of which decided to stick their heads under the door to say hi whilst they were waiting, the dad was furious with them but I thought it was hilarious.

The riding continued at a fast pace and in no time we had covered the 70+ miles to Ennis in the early afternoon with hardly exerting any real energy. I checked in a store to find directions to the campground and it turned out the old guy had been to Newcastle for a few days in the middle of a trip around Europe back in the 80’s. We found the others at the campground who had set of earlier than me and Wim this morning and we all talked about how good the ride was today. Terry had even bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate the amazing day, you don’t get many free miles on this trip.

I went and got a cheap subway for dinner then we sat around the table at camp talking for a while when an eastbound cyclist turned up. Wim joked about how is bear spray was really for NRA (National Rifle Association) members after he had a bad experience with a guy threatening him a few weeks ago. Turned out this guy was an NRA member and the joke went down like a led balloon. It didn’t matter the guy was abit of a jerk anyway, currently cycling the TransAm setting up online blind dates in every town. Good luck in Kentucky!

55.42 miles (Total: 3053.09) Avg Speed: 13.4mph Max Speed: 37mph

A loud bunch of people on a geology trip woke me up early so I slithered out of my sleeping bag and tent to the chilly morning and stood still in the one patch of sunlight that was breaking through the trees to keep warm. When the others got up we headed back into Grant Village for breakfast. I ended up paying about $8.50 for a single sausage and egg muffin, disgracefully overpriced tourist trap. It made me angry so I was eager to hit the road and get down to business seeing the parks attractions I had already paid the entry fee for.

First was the Old Faithful Geyser, it has a scheduled time its that reliable so we sat around the basin in anticipation with the others waiting for it to blow. The schedule time came and past and people started getting restless, everyone had camera in hand waiting to get the picture of it erupting. I knew this thing lasted about 5 minutes once it was going so stayed calm. Eventually it went to the oohs and aahs of the crowd.

Next up on the agenda were the geothermal pools. Cycling around Yellowstone has been tricky at times with the large volume of traffic, the main concern is people in their rental RV’s that have no previous experience handling a vehicle that size. Indeed one of them missed me by about an inch as the others let out huge gasps riding behind me seeing how close it came. The pools are another iconic feature of the Yellowstone national park with a strange spectrum of colours emitting from the bottomless pit.

Having had our tourist fill for the day we cycled on towards West Yellowstone which is actually just outside the park in Montana. The gentle downhill meant we cruised through the rest of the ride. The only downside of visiting Yellowstone by bike is that it is far to big see everything, you really need a car. The route takes you through the main attractions but its only the south-western tip, I would love to have been able to see more of the back country and probably more wildlife.

Once we got into town we contact Stefaan who had been trying to arrange the rest of us accommodation since he road on ahead having visited the park several times previously. The Hostel in town had one female room for Jessica and 3 males bunks, we needed 4. We managed to persuade them to let one of us sleep on the floor for subsidised price, they agreed and Wim offered to be the fall guy for the night.

We headed out for overpriced pizza and then some overpriced beer. This town is the gateway to the parks, it will be nice to get back into the quiet places after being ripped off the past few days.

60.70 miles (Total: 2997.67) Avg Speed: 11.4mph Max Speed: 39mph

The cabin was uber warm last night and the cycle shorts I had washed out yesterday had dried to a crisp. The gang gathered before setting out towards Grand Teton national park where we were supposed to spend last night. My eyes were fixed on the Tetons the whole time and I will not make any apologies for the amount of pictures I took of them today. They are one of the few things I’ve seen which I haven’t been able to do justice, Grand Canyon was another. The problem with capturing the Tetons is perspective. They stick out the water vertically like daggers amongst a flat landscape, scraping the sky. Definitely the single best thing my eyes have ever seen, my brain simply wasn’t good enough to process them. Just visit them.

We had taken in some great views of the range once we reached Colter Bay, I had paid an entry fee for the park though and was determined to find the best view unobstructed by tree’s, people and cabins so I checked the map and saw a foot path that looked as though it led me to the perfect spot. After ditching the bike and walking for about 10 minutes along a shaded trail I found my way out onto a pebbled beach area and got the flawless views I had been after. Well worth it I feel.

After getting back on the road we cycled around Yellowstone lake taking in more views of the mountains before stopping for lunch and finding Stefaan who had pressed on ahead. Immediately after lunch we left Grand Teton for a short while before entering Yellowstone national park, they are housed together. I have been fascinated by Yellowstone since the BBC documentary last year so it felt incredible to have actually cycled here!

The gang now back intact we continued towards Grant Village and I learnt a little more about the new riding companions. Wim is from Belgium and currently in the middle of a 6 month tour around the US, whilst Stefaan has actually lived in Seattle for 6 years then North Carolina and is now moving to Portland where he is cycling too having shipped his possessions in a container. Needless to say he has a semi-broken American accent now.

We crossed a few more continental divide signs as we ride right along it. Since Pueblo we have been heading North all this time, the divide determines which ocean rainfall and rivers runs into. On one side of the sign everything goes to the Atlantic and on the other it all flows back out into the Pacific. After reaching Grant Village we got ourselves a hiker biker spot, unlike last night at Colter Bay, here they confirmed they would NEVER turn away hiker/bikers. Its not like we can just turn around an ride a few hours to the next place in a car.

After cleaning up we all headed into the village for a meal at the restaurant over the lake before returning to the site. All food and toiletries were placed in the bear proof container, Wim purchased some bear spray so should we have a grizzly intruder we were prepared. It was going to get down towards freeing point so I put on all the clothes I had with me again, cosy.

54.99 miles (Total: 2936.97) Avg Speed: 9.8mph Max Speed: 35.5mph

This morning was a late start. Terry had put a dent in the whiskey last night and Eli was sleeping soundly. Everyone was eventually up around 9am so we headed back into downtown for breakfast. I glanced at the flags lining the street to see them all flapping the wrong way, today was going to be another hellish headwind. Before setting out I went to a store to grab supplies for the ride it was 11am by this time. The women in the shop, which was apparently famous for a huge Jackalope model, questioned why I would do a trip like this. “It just doesn’t seem like fun” she said. Neither does standing behind a checkout till all day you fool I thought.

There was a large early climb of Togwotee Pass which was made incredibly difficult by the headwind. Today wasn’t going to be about speed but persistence, I’m not in a hurry anyway so it doesn’t matter. Halfway up one climb a women pulled over on the other side of the road and jogged down the hill holding something in her hand. She clapped and said “Bravo!” and “Keep riding!” while she handed me a chunk of gourmet fudge as I passed. It tasted amazing and the strange event was enough to let me forget about the headwind and just enjoy the scenery whilst crawling at 4.2mph. Some of it was possibly the best yet, around each corner huge spires dusted in snow climbed above the tree line. This was now grizzly country so I’m staying extra vigilant, the signs dotted along the roadside don’t let you forget. I’ve rode and camped through black bear country but thats hardly a concern really, Grizzly is a different ball game.

There was lots of construction work up on the pass and after climbing over the top we were stopped. JCB’s and cranes we shifting mud about re-laying a section of the road, this one we couldn’t walk through but a pilot car lets you stick your bike in the back and takes you past all the machinery. In the brief conversation he claimed to see 8-9 grizzlies a week up here and that two campgrounds in Grand Teton national park were closed last week due to increased activity. Once past the construction we found the others from last night and began to enjoy the rest of the 17mile decent. At this point there was 6 of us riding together. I love how flexible doing the trip like this is, people come and go as they please, you can ride alone for a while then with company at times to talk. The group is constantly expanding then dispersing and at any given time we could all be riding separate again.

We got our first glimpse of the Tetons and they looked amazing, each turn took us closer. We had planned on camping at Colter Bay in Grand Teton national park tonight, this is where Eli would be leaving us as he is going to stay with friends in Jackson just off route. Down the road his ride came to pick him up and we said our goodbyes. He is cutting through Idaho and should meet us again at the start of Oregon which will be great. Like I said in the last post, even though its only been two days riding, they have been some of the longest days on the trip due to the headwind so its felt like weeks.

We get to the entrance of the park and are told all campsites are full. The maps specifically point out they have hiker/biker walk in group areas for us to stay at. The woman doesn’t seem to compute and continues to tell us all sites are full. From the entrance its about 15 miles to the site, or its around 5 miles back from where we just came to a previous one. Its getting dark so we decided to just head back and find they have campsites for $40 a night or cabins for $50, so we take 2 cabins between the 5 of us. We sit and chat through the night until it gets cold and head inside, I can’t wait to see the Tetons in full view.

77.41 miles (Total: 2881.98) Avg Speed: 9.6mph Max Speed: 32.5mph

I got up and headed over to the shower block this morning and saw Eli, I asked again if he wanted to ride with us today and he did so we got sorted and headed over for breakfast next door. After getting on the road around 9:30 we killed the first 30 miles entering an Indian Reservation in the mean time. It was cool having another new face to talk too so the miles went pretty quick. Eli had made his own way across to this point and was now hopping on the TransAm route for a while.

We stopped for lunch at a rest area just after turning left into the Wind River valley. Once we took that turn I soon knew the rest of the day was going to be tough. Aptly named along with Windy Mountain and Windy ridge this place was a wind tunnel. Its the first strong headwind I have experienced all trip. After a brief lunch of sardines and bagels we begrudgingly headed back out into the wind.

It was tough work in the wind and we had to draft of each other for around 15 miles just to make any progress. It had completely halted our average speed but we still had a long way to go until Dubois. As the day rolled on the wind only got stronger, I estimated our time of arrival in Dubois at 7pm, then changed to 8pm then 9pm. We were crawling. The wind hit like a brick wall and threw my bike side to side. I still managed to find it pretty funny though, here we were on pretty flat terrain with and invisible object rendering us to a standstill, its hilarious! The scenery on the reservation was visibly blasted over centuries by these winds looking worn and tired.

On the way into Dubois me an Eli were becoming furious at these drivers cruising about in the dark with no lights on, then I realised we both still had our sunglasses on, dumb. It was still getting onto 9 by the time we reached town and we cruised through looking for a place to stay. At each motel we were confronted with ‘No Vacancy’ signs. We are only an hour or so drive to several national parks so its a busy place. Eventually we find a motel but cruise straight back into town for food before everywhere closes. The two guys and the girl who turned up at the motel last night are about to head to the bar next door.  The two guys are both from Belgium but are not together, Wim and Stefaan. The girl is Jessica Bell from Florida, whose comments I have seen in the various cycling logbooks since I started out in Virginia. We follow into the bar full of kids that look about 14, the women I.D’s Eli, we only want food he knows he can’t drink. She tells him he’s not even allowed in the bar. So he and Terry head back to the motel whilst I wait for a few pizza’s to be cooked and then head back to the motel with them balanced on my handlebar.

When I get back I find Terry has got a carry out of beers so we celebrate finishing the tough day with a drink and some pizza. We have only been riding with Eli for one day but it feels like weeks after that, we were in the saddle about 9 hours.

I woke this morning knowing my bike was long overdue getting the break pads replaced, my clothes were a mess I had nothing clean. I wanted that Brooks saddle and the World Cup final would be on this afternoon. I decide to inform Terry I won’t be riding today and he is only to happy to join me in a zero mile day.

It was an amazing feeling opening the day up like that, at 7am I thought I was riding, 10 minutes later its a day off in Lander! We go for a huge breakfast at a cafe, I ordered the 18 wheeler and couldn’t finish. I then took my bike to the shop and investigated the Brooks further. Joe and Cooper both rode Brooks and along with every other tourer they are sworn by as the best saddle money can buy. It an English company but they are still alot cheaper for me to buy here than home so I took the plunge.

For the World Cup final we headed back to the forge where a few dutch people in town had converted the bar for the afternoon. The bartender Victor was supporting Spain and cracked jokes all game winding the dutch up, whilst supplying us with free popcorn. So Spain won, the dutch were sad and we went and picked the bikes up. We couldn’t stay at the Hostel a second night because it was fully booked so took advantage of a motel offer in town which lets cyclists camp at back and use the shower and jacuzzi facilities.

At the end of the night the place suddenly went biker crazy, first 2 guys and a girl turned up but got rooms at the motel then two other people on recumbents arrived with another guy called Eli. We chatted briefly, the recumbents had actually just finished their trip but Eli was keen to ride with us tomorrow, he is 20 and from upstate New York. He isn’t following the transam completely but is ending in pretty much the same place.

59.72 miles (Total: 2804.57) Avg Speed: 11.1mph Max Speed: 29mph

I woke a little disorientated in the clubhouse wondering if last night really happened, this place is surreal. We went back over to the cafe for breakfast and the women offered to fill our water bottles up, what’s wrong with Jeffrey city! We hit the road expecting undulating downhill towards Lander today. Services were extremely limited again so I had to rely on the last supplies for mid-ride snacks. The only problem was mosquito’s were terrible again, if you stopped for even a second you had 15-20 latch onto you. A nice drivers rest area gave some reprieve but they still managed to get indoors from the people coming in and out all the time.

After taking a breather some random storms started cropping up around us, they were isolated and didn’t look to threatening. We enjoyed a nice descent into the plateau below before the clouds started looking more serious. I really don’t enjoy getting caught in these things so the adrenalin pumps me to ride fast. We got hit by some rain towards the edge of Lander and each car would spray me as they drove by, my poor bike was covered in mud splats.

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After getting into Lander we went straight to the bike shop, I was considering investing in a Brooks saddle. The shop was great and gave us advice on places to stay in Lander. Its a cool town with lots going on, currently climbers are filling out the town running courses. We managed to get booked in at a hostel across the street my clothes and bike are filthy.

After cleaning up we headed into town first to a bar called The Forge and then for food where we were able to sit out on the deck in the nice evening. I ordered the chicken parmo which was very different to our home delicacy but still delicious. Ready for bed I crashed out after stealing a second pillow from a spare bed.

70.00 miles (Total: 2744.85) Avg Speed: 12.5mph Max Speed: 34mph

The early riding again was great, I’am really enjoying Wyoming. About a week ago we had past an Eastbounder who told us to get out of Wyoming as quick as possible because its just a desert! He was from L.A which in my books is the worst place on earth so what does he know? Clear skies and perfect heat forecast, again with none of the headwinds we had been told about.

The scenery rapidly changed again into something resembling more of the wild west with red rock formations, mesas and buttes sticking out amongst the flat landscape. We approached a cafe for some lunch which turned out to be closed and then pressed on towards the next services at Muddy Gap. We encountered a group of 5 female cyclists who warned us strongly against staying in Jeffrey City where we had planned to stay. It wasn’t the first time we had been told this and they gave us some more negative stories about the town. They seemed like a miserable bunch though and all this bad press for Jeffrey City has made me intrigued to the point at which I WANT to stay.

We got refreshments at Muddy Gap, it was the only services for miles around so everything was treble the price. A bunch more people got talking to us including a dad and his son about my age. He jokingly slapped his son on the head and said “Why aren’t you doing something like this!”. We continued to Jeffrey City now almost excited to see what the fuss is about. We know this, it was once a uranium mining town with a population around 7,000. It went bust and is now a ghost town with about 70 people. Once we arrived we headed to the cafe/bar, a few sorry looking locals are in there each strangely sat behind a laptop playing online gambling games. One elderly woman was even playing Warcraft! It seems this is literally the whole town, every other building is closed. We sat and had some beers whilst making use of the wifi. We talked with a guy who had just gotten out of jail after 6 months for what he said was running a stop sign. It all made for great people watching and we spent about 4 hours inside before heading over the street to the old Lions Clubhouse.

It had an outdoor pavillion and a derilict building. Mosquito’s swamped you outside so we opted to head indoors. The place looked as though it had literally been left behind the day the town went bust with papers and books dating back to the 80’s. The building had no electricity or water but we had stocked up on the latter in the bar. One end had a toilet block which must have been left for some time and now kicked up abit of an odour. At the other end of the building however it was fine. Terry cooked some pasta and we set our tents up inside anyway to avoid the bugs. It may not be a nice place but I’m glad we stayed hear and ignored the naysayers. Its free afterall and was probably the most unique evening of my trip so far. If you have to stay in Jeffrey, don’t be scared.

49.62 miles (Total: 2674.85) Avg Speed: 11.4mph Max Speed: 23.5mph

When I woke at 6am the sun was shining through my tent and it seemed pretty nice outside but when I eventually emerged at 6:30 to Terry cooking breakfast a dense fog had covered the place, blotting out the sun. It was icey cold and I ended up sitting inside my sleeping bag at the bench waiting for an hour or so for the sun to finally burn through. My breakfasts with Terry have been great, I would have probably eaten very different on occasions if it wasn’t for him.

The early riding was great, Wyoming has a fresh feel to it just like most states seem to manage. I was cruising happily with my iPod this morning and was glad to see clear skies after having to dodge storms more than I would have liked recently.

We stopped at Walcott for a quick snack knowing today wasn’t going to be that long. A convoy of vans carrying a large family on a road trip turned up and asked where we were riding too. The usual shocked response was soon followed by an offer of food and water but we had just restocked. We then had to ride for the first time on the interstate, I’m not even sure if its legal but the maps tell us too! Traffic was medium-light and we had a nice wide shoulder, Wyoming is actually the least populated state which is maybe why we can ride it.

After passing through Sinclair, which is essentially an oil refinery with a housing estate in the back garden we arrived in Rawlins and headed for the bike shop, I wanted my spokes looked at and we needed some supplies. There were 3 young kids aged about 10 in the shop looking at the BMX bikes, they soon started asking me questions. The chubby one was the spokesman for the group and kept referring to my bike riding as driving. “Where have you driven from, where are you driving too.” They were drooling over one special edition bike for $350 but I told them it was a long way from Christmas. It seemed like they were considering pitching in to share the bike, either way it was funny watching and talking with them. I told them not to be so astonished at what I was doing because if they remained friends there is no reason they can’t do the same thing together when they grow up.

We had split a cheap motel room which I went back to after grabbing food while Terry continued to shop. I sat and watched TV for a while which I haven’t done all trip really apart from the England games and then got an early nights sleep, double bed to myself is a rare treat.

70.70 miles (Total: 2625.23) Avg Speed: 11.8mph Max Speed: 34.5mph

Before leaving Walden we returned to last nights place for breakfast. They had wifi too so I could catch up on some blogging, bonus. After starting the ride I soon realised we were going to have to dodge storms again. Creepy looking clouds were pillowing above my head and growing darker by the second.

It wasn’t until after reaching the Wyoming state sign that things got ugly. I set my camera up ready, waited for Terry to catch up had him snap my picture quick as the rain started to drop. I then roared on, I was going pretty fast today and was determined to ride out the storm. A few miles down the road I caught the edge of it, so before it soaked me through I pulled my bike off the road and got under my tent. Terry caught up a little while later wet through just as it started to pass.

It teased us right through to Riverside, everytime I would look back towards Terry it seemed to be engulfing him. After stopping and eating in Riverside we found a bunch of eastbounders. Our destination for the night was Saratoga and they informed us of the hot springs there. Unlike in Hot Sulphur Springs, these ones were free!

We pressed on the last 20 or so miles to Saratoga in calmer skies and after arriving followed the signs in town to the ‘Hobo Pool’. The springs were adjoined to the city swimming pool. There was a more glamorous looking section by the river which was full but we went for a dunk in the standard section. It took me several minutes to ease my way in from ankle to knee, to waist before finally submerging. Wyoming has several areas with incredible geothermal activity, most notably Yellowstone national park where I will be in about a week. It was so hot but once I was in my whole body tingled like crazy. I boiled for around 10 minutes before retreating to the showers feeling rejuvenated.

We passed through town to find the campground by the lake for $3.50 each. My tent was still wet from using it as a shield from the storm so I hung it in the tree to dry out before Terry cooked up some pasta in pesto. The sunset over the lake was intense and I watched it dip below the horizon before I went off to bed wearing nearly all items of clothing I have with me to avoid a repeat of the last time we camped.