Our day began early, and after we wove through the streets of Dillon to find our route, the sun had just started to illuminate the landscape. It also made for some fun shadows!
There were two passes between Dillon and Jackson – the next town on our route. They were both smaller than the one on the Chief Joseph’s highway leading into Yellowstone, but they were mountain passes all the same. We accomplished the first without much trouble, and pedaled along until we got to the second. Just then, the wind really picked up, and we spent the next hour battling the wind to reach the top. But we did eventually make it, and as always had a rewarding ride down the other side.
We couldn’t get moving as fast as we wanted to, but even so – it was quite a descent.
We stopped for lunch in Dillon, eating in a cafe where we found fries and an outlet. And we met 2 other groups of bikers there! We commiserated over the windy uphill, and were shocked to learn that they don’t stop for snacks all the time. They mentioned a bagel, and we thought back on our apples, multiple granola bars (was it 3 or 4 today?) the usual sardine break (yogurt in my case), trail mix and jalapeño chips…did I forget anything?
One retired couple from New Zealand, and three people from various parts of the United States. They all left town before us, and rode off into the heat while we took naps, jumped in the stream, and then pedaled off feeling refreshed. We saw them all again in the next town, where we camped in the free campground.