Thursday, August 6, 2015

Day 17, Flagg Ranch to Jackson, Wyoming






Flagg Ranch to Jackson, Wyoming

We went to sleep to the rumble of thunder and flashes of lighting as an evening storm blew through from the Grand Tetons toward where we stayed at Flagg Ranch.  We were glad that we had a cabin, as there were lots of tent campers in the area and it was hailing and raining really hard.  We were a bit concerned about weather in the morning for our last ride to our end point at Jackson, but we would deal with what came.

Our Cabin at Flagg Ranch, Wyoming

We awoke to a gray and drizzling sky but not too cold so we geared up and rolled out the door.  Our route was about 65 miles with one pass, but nothing serious.  And we’d heard that the roads have great shoulders and that there is a bike path the last 20 or so miles.  That would be cool!  We also hoped to see a moose today.

We were looking forward to getting to the Grand Tetons National Park and before we knew it the sky had lightened, the rain had stopped and we entered the park.  

Entering the park
Not more than a few miles later we started getting great views of the Tetons off to the west.  Our route took us right to the base of the range.  The photos tell the story better than I ever could.














The Teton range is stunning and in some ways reminded us of the northern Rockies near Jasper.  We stopped at the Jackson Lake Lodge for coffee and while it is a newer lodge, it has great views of the mountains.  As we continued southwesterly the views just kept getting better and the temperature kept rising.

Mr. Moran and its famous black stripe

We passed Jenny Lake, skipping the lodge since it was so crowded, then crossed over the Snake River and turned a bit eastward for the last 30 miles to Jackson.  There is indeed a bike path the entire way to town.  It was great to ride on a path that paralleled the highway but had vegetation separating us from the cars.  We have ridden over 1,200 miles and all but 30 of it has been with traffic, and the middle 400 or so (in Montana) on roads that were simply frightening to ride on.  What a way to finish our ride!

Our first bike path, and what a pleasure -- 30 miles to Jackson 
Any Ivan Doig fans reading this?

We found our “cabin” easily enough since Jackson isn’t very big (reminds us in many ways of Sisters, but on steroids (very touristy)).  But it is a pleasant place with the Snow King resort literally a 3 minute walk from our cabin, and Jackson Hole a 15 minute bus ride.

Snow King Ski Resort in Jackson

Antler arch, main square in Jackson
Wildlife update: no moose.  Dang.

Beer in Jackson
It is always a bit melancholy to finish trips like this.  While we are a bit leg-weary, we both would like to keep riding.  But we also look forward to getting home to see family and friends, and the pooches (thanks neighbors!!!).  We have a couple of days in Jackson to pack up Das Bike, then fly home.  

This is the end of this year's blog.  We hope that you’ve enjoyed following our adventures and we look forward to seeing you.

Until next year, bon voyage!

Doug and Lorie

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Day 16, West Yellowstone to Flagg Ranch





West Yellowstone to Flagg Ranch

Today was a long but very fund day on Das Bike – 75 miles, 4,000 ft. of climbing and over the Continental Divide three times.  We are staying at Flagg Ranch, which is a small but very nice outpost about 3 miles south of the south entrance to Yellowstone National Park.  We took a few detours from the route shown above based on advice from locals.

We were glad to leave West Yellowstone early, at 6:00 a.m.  The sky was gray and there had been some rain overnight, but nothing was coming down.  It was just twilight and with our tail light and head light flashing, off we went.  There was no traffic but the park entrance gate was open already.  We showed our pass and were on our way.

The first stop on our list was the Fountain Paint Pots geyser basin.  A few miles before we got there, we came over a hill and there was a large cow elk in the road.  She just looked at us as we rode by, and as we passed her we saw her calves just over the edge of the road. 

Cow elk in Yellowstone; her calves are just over the hill
Then, about ¼ mile down the road Lorie spotted a big bison just off the road, snoozing in a pasture.  We turned around for the photo op as we rode slowly by.  He twitched his ears a bit at us, but didn’t seem to mind our riding by.

Bison waking up

Just as we arrived at the Fountain Paint Pots the rain started to fall.  We parked the bike and locked it, and geared up in rain gear to walk the boardwalk around the geyser basin.

Here’s a few photos.

Celistine pool, Yellowstone

Paint pots (the color is from a variety of unique bacteria)

Mud pots

Random pool at Paint Pots

A different view of Celestine Pool
There are a lot of warning signs to stay on the boardwalks because, among other things, the area is fragile and the hot pools are close to boiling.  It looks like some of them are actually boiling.  Despite the warnings we saw folks climbing onto the native ground to get a better view. 

After leisurely walking the loop and avoiding being in too many people’s selfies, we straddled the bike again and headed towards Old Faithful, the next stop on our list and about 12 miles up the road.  The ex-Ranger that we’d met the other day told us a trick to get to the lodge and geyser easy while avoiding the crowds.  We followed his instructions and it worked perfectly; we arrived at the lodge and were right in front of the geyser, which unfortunately, had just erupted 10 minutes earlier (it erupts about every 90 minutes, give or take 10 minutes).  No matter, we were cold from the rain and wanted to explore the lodge.  Coffee first and it warmed us up quickly.

The lodge is pretty cool and has woodwork that reminds of Timberline but with lodge pole pine rather than massive Douglas fir.  Here are some photos of the interior.  There was some significant damage in a big 1989 earthquake, but it appears to remain in good shape.  It has a huge dining hall that was pretty full, and the hotel is full every night.

Old Faithful Lodge

Great Hall in the lodge

Unique  structural components

We had leftover bagels and hummus with our coffee and that was our lunch.  After we’d had our fill we strolled out to the boardwalk that surrounds the geyser.  There were thousands of people; no kidding.  It looked like most had arrived by bus and cars, and all eagerly awaited Old Faithfull’s show!  There is a phone hotline that you can call to get predicted eruption times.  We had mis-predicted the prior eruption, but we didn’t have to wait long this time as the geyser performed its magic right on queue.  It is pretty impressive and the crowd enjoyed it very much.  We, did too!

 
Old Faithful

Right on time!

Old Faithful

Old Faithful winding down for another 90 minutes

From Old Faithful our route continued in an easterly direction but the road turned decidedly upward.  We had three passes to climb today, each going over the Continental Divide.  The hills started right off and the first pass climbed to about 8,300 feet.  The gradient was not super steep, typically about 6 to 8 percent with a few ramps to 9, but it went for a long way.

Here’s the Continental Divide sign at our first pass crossing; the sign says that the elevation was 8,262 but our GPS said it was about 25 feet higher:

Our first pass over the Continental Divide

Shoshone Lake

Near the top of the first pass; 1 down, 2 to go...
From the top of the first we dropped sharply about 2,000 feet and started the process again.  Here’s the second pass.  According to the sign the elevation is 8,391, but we had actually topped out at 8,540 about 1 mile prior to the divide:

2 down, 1 to go...(and the third is a bit lower)
From the second pass we dropped down to the “West Thumb” of Yellowstone lake, which showed itself to be quite huge.  There is a geyser basin that we wanted to look at and so we took the short side road – it was easy to find since there were scads of busses and cars.  The hot pools and fumaroles are amazing and I’m not sure that the photos do them justice.  Beautiful!  Yellowstone is not terribly beautiful in terms of mountains and forests.  It’s beauty lies instead in the unique geology.

West Thumb geyser basin; Blue Bell pool

West Thumb Pool

West Thumb pool
Abyss Pool

Abyss pool

Black Pool

Black Pool

Black Pool

Black Pool one last time (it is amazing!)
One more pass to cross and the third one was only about 8,011 ft., but according to the sign, 7,988:

Third of three.  It is all downhill from here!
From the top of the pass it was 23 miles to our stop for the night, just outside of the southern park boundary at Flagg Ranch.  It was mostly downhill with some rollers and it was mostly fast the rest of the way.  The Yellowstone Nat’l Park information had warnings about the road from West Thumb to the south entrance.  They say that the road is not good for cycling because it is narrow and rough.  We agree with them that the road was super narrow with no shoulder, but the surface was very good.  I think that the concern is over car/bike conflict.  Traffic was light and it came in bunches.  I could comfortably maintain 30 to 35 plus mph downhill, but the cars usually wanted to go faster.  The speed limit is 45.  Whenever there was an oncoming car I would just take the lane until it was safe for the overtaking car to pass us.  Most of the drivers were super courteous; occasionally there was the driver that just couldn’t slow down but it was never a bother (and I trust that I didn't spoil their day, too!).

A fast downhill run out of the park

Passing Lewis Falls
We had to have a photo of us with Das Bike at the south entrance.  If we look tired, we were.  


The weather had improved a lot in the past 7 hours
But we had a great day.  We got checked into the cabin we rented for the night, ran over to the grocery and bought peanuts, and beer.

Beer
Cheers!