Last evening it rained pretty hard for a while,
but this morning it was dry out again. It didn’t look too nice, though. I
believe this is a ride my boss doesn’t really like: we cycle in the Madison
Valley and it’s almost a straight line, constantly uphill and often into the
headwinds. The early morning sun tried to push the grey clouds away which
resulted once in a while in some nice sunny spots on the earth.
My boss had this one mission in her head: get to that store about 30 miles further, without getting too tired and without running out of water – there were no other shops or whatever along the road. Maybe the small town of Cameron (there is a post office and an RV ground) might give us something to drink? No, nothing at all. How funny: my boss was telling me about her passing here 20 years ago with the Bikecentennial group and at that time her leader was searching here for pronghorn antelope. As she finished telling me this, we looked up to the other side of the road and there was one lying in the grass – it’s horns sticking out a bit. Halfway the ride the headwind came upon us as a brick wall: we were now cycling at a pace not worth talking about! Despairing thoughts came into the head of my woman. Let’s play a game: take the alphabet and try to find a vegetable or a fruit starting with a, b, c… we didn’t get far, but it kept her busy. She told me that I had to look around because in headwinds she just bows her head down and sees the asphalt moving under her. Halfway point are the palisades - we were now going to cycle along the Madison River, more distraction watching the boats float by with fisherman standing up – fly fishing is very big here!
Some people just stand to their middle in the river and keep busy trying to catch some fish. We were now getting close to that shop – soon, we thought, we’ll eat something! But the sign open was not lit… closed??? Keep going boss – just 10 miles and we’re home! And guess what – there was a sign with restaurant 5 miles further - new hope and I was already thinking about a good piece of meat. As we turned into the driveway we noticed no sign OPEN. But people were there? So my boss kept going. When she talked to the woman of the restaurant she was told that the power was out in the whole valley (I believe the power of my boss was now out too!) and it might take a couple of hours! She asked if they delivered to the Slide Inn, but no. I shook up my head – what’s that rumble? Thunder! Let’s go, boss, only five more tiring miles to cycle. We met three cyclists going the other way: they were all wearing rain gear, while my boss was still cycling in her t-shirt. Hurry, be there before the rain comes! And we did make it. The man of the fly shop and inn remembered us. Here, the power was also gone. But we were home! In the afternoon, while there was no power till 4 pm, my woman read from the book about Seaman. I listened and praised how well that dog did – so many years ago. The story is now taking place where we are and it gives me a good idea about how hard that dog had it! I hope my woman will get enough power to go on tomorrow to West Yellowstone.
My boss had this one mission in her head: get to that store about 30 miles further, without getting too tired and without running out of water – there were no other shops or whatever along the road. Maybe the small town of Cameron (there is a post office and an RV ground) might give us something to drink? No, nothing at all. How funny: my boss was telling me about her passing here 20 years ago with the Bikecentennial group and at that time her leader was searching here for pronghorn antelope. As she finished telling me this, we looked up to the other side of the road and there was one lying in the grass – it’s horns sticking out a bit. Halfway the ride the headwind came upon us as a brick wall: we were now cycling at a pace not worth talking about! Despairing thoughts came into the head of my woman. Let’s play a game: take the alphabet and try to find a vegetable or a fruit starting with a, b, c… we didn’t get far, but it kept her busy. She told me that I had to look around because in headwinds she just bows her head down and sees the asphalt moving under her. Halfway point are the palisades - we were now going to cycle along the Madison River, more distraction watching the boats float by with fisherman standing up – fly fishing is very big here!
Some people just stand to their middle in the river and keep busy trying to catch some fish. We were now getting close to that shop – soon, we thought, we’ll eat something! But the sign open was not lit… closed??? Keep going boss – just 10 miles and we’re home! And guess what – there was a sign with restaurant 5 miles further - new hope and I was already thinking about a good piece of meat. As we turned into the driveway we noticed no sign OPEN. But people were there? So my boss kept going. When she talked to the woman of the restaurant she was told that the power was out in the whole valley (I believe the power of my boss was now out too!) and it might take a couple of hours! She asked if they delivered to the Slide Inn, but no. I shook up my head – what’s that rumble? Thunder! Let’s go, boss, only five more tiring miles to cycle. We met three cyclists going the other way: they were all wearing rain gear, while my boss was still cycling in her t-shirt. Hurry, be there before the rain comes! And we did make it. The man of the fly shop and inn remembered us. Here, the power was also gone. But we were home! In the afternoon, while there was no power till 4 pm, my woman read from the book about Seaman. I listened and praised how well that dog did – so many years ago. The story is now taking place where we are and it gives me a good idea about how hard that dog had it! I hope my woman will get enough power to go on tomorrow to West Yellowstone.
Home sweet home, hopelijk ben je uitgeslapen voor de lange rit naar yellowstone. En als je morgen honger hebt denk dan aan het spelletje a,b,c...
ReplyDeletehopelijk zal dat de honger doden :)
Tot de volgende keer, Remy