A day off at the Teton Science Center outside of Jackson, WY. Dinner Saturday night at a brew pub with obscenely large servings but, after the ride, I was able to eat it all. They offer a daily “Mystery Beer”, which you can get at a discounted price if you don’t ask what it is. I took my chances and it was a tasty hazy IPA. Cycle America offered a shuttle service into town, which came in handy when the rain started.
We’re in a dorm setting. Our wing houses 16 and we have one washer and dryer, so my breakfast is delayed by waiting in line for laundry. The washer needs new bearings and takes forever. The dryer door is taped shut and, if you don’t refresh the tape, it pops open and stops drying. Normally I would skip the dryer and hang things, but my bike clothes show no sign of drying after hanging for two hours. I don’t think my clothesline will see sun until late afternoon, and they probably wouldn’t appreciate my moving the clothesline into a public area. When I went back to my room to check something, someone stole my pen, so I can’t do crosswords while waiting for laundry. These are pretty minor hardships compared with the plan to be on a plane home this afternoon. We also have one electrical outlet for 4 of us to try to charge things. My COVID dorm room has 4 occupants. Last one in got a top bunk.
I rode into Jackson for a late breakfast/early lunch. I found myself breathing harder than usual for a short and easy ride. On this trip we gradually gain elevation, working all the way, so the change is barely noticeable. We acclimate as we go. COVID and three days riding in a van changed that. We’re at 6200 feet and my lungs feel it. Since I have no real needs for a while, I’m hanging out and reading the paper. News still happens! Who knew?! I’ll ride back up the canyon when I feel like it.
One of the COVID kids just left. He’ll be on the plane to Denver I would have been on. He is going home to recuperate. I’m constantly aware that was almost me.
We meandered through Montana and Idaho, traveling south more than east. Yesterday we actually moved somewhat west from where we started the day. Next week we will meander through Wyoming. We will, overall, move east, ending the week at Devil’s Tower. Tomorrow will be in the neighborhood of 100 miles again. Nothing to sneeze at, nothing to take for granted.
Oops. This seems to have published itself rather than ask me for a date and time to publish. Two posts in a day, I guess.