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Birdwatcher first day of school- so what did you all do for summer break? Couple students answer with typical stories. Birdwatcher I rode my bike to Montana.. then rode it back to Texas.. sensing his class is not impressed they have that look of why would someone do that. He comes up with a story how he wrestled a bear in Yellowstone, saved a baby mtn lion from drowning and he jumped Colorado River on his bycycle

I don’t know I have a feeling you are posting all this from your couch in San Antonio

Really? His bike rides are pretty well documented on here.

I might smoke him out but I wouldn’t call him a liar.

Dude! You must live in a dark place, Why would you even think such a thing?

2,000 miles to NY in 2014.
1,500 miles England/Scotland/Ireland/France/England in 2016.
500 miles San Antonio/Hobbs/Lubbock
400 miles Great Falls/Yellowstone/Cody to be continued....

Dude, I got enough real stories, don't gotta embellish.

That guy in the photo was 57, and he has just pedaled that 80lb bike 2,009 miles from his front door in 32 days

Dunno what that works out to in calories, a lot I would guess.

It is a testament to the efficiency of bicycles.

Hang in there, Birdy. Those who haven't like to rag on those who have.

I'm enjoying your adventure. Keep the posts coming.

Well I do weigh 470lbs, last bike i had the frame cracked and my special ed teacher molested me..

No doubt he pedaled somewhere but probably hitched a plane ride back to San Antonio..

Enjoying the story Birdy. Keep a rolling along.

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Eskimo kisses.

Trip Two Day 10: 68 mile day. 385 miles total.

I felt a lot of apprehension about this one, feeling it was gonna be a hard day. I did know it involved an 8,600ft pass, road construction, 31 miles from where I was to get out of the park plus another 53 miles after that through the Shoshone National Forest to Cody. 84 miles, two days.

Packed up early, rolled out. As it turns out my decision not to ride up the Hayden Valley the day before was a good one, there were strong sustained winds out of the south that I would have had to fight for 16 miles south to Fishing Bridge.

As it was I got a wind-assisted four miles north to that intersection where I turned right, through four miles of not-too-bad road construction and then east and south in the blustery winds. Big lake, waves, dotted with steaming, bubbling hot springs here and there. I had seen buffalo and elk, but along this stretch I saw two prob’ly young of the year golden eagles squabbling over a dead Canada goose, prob’ly recently delivered by a parent. Meanwhile a flock of Canada geese flew and glided in the updrafts above.

Then aclimb up from the lake through hundreds of acres of dead timber ( from the big fire?). At this point I suffered a first breakdown, a tent guyline was hanging out of a pannier and got wrapped tightly between the spokes and gear cassette on the rear wheel. Took me about a hour to clear with my Leatherman multi tool, I was just happy the deraillieur didn’t get bent.

On up the pass, alternately being helped or hindered by the wind depending on its meanderings.

Finally reached the top about 1pm. Then a remarkable thing happened, the wind was now blowing strongly from the west. It is almost all downhill from the top of Sylvan Pass about 65 miles to Cody. I had a free ride all afternoon 55 miles from the top of the pass to Bill Cody State Park 16 miles short of Cody.

Moreover, just about 5 miles east of the Yellowstone Park Boundary I had come across Pahaska, Buffalo Bill Cody’s original resort, got a great lunch at a good price, I was set.

On through the tiny town of Wapiti and a biker memorial, strong wind at my back the whole time.

I stopped and camped at the State Park, figuring it would be cheaper’n anything in Cody.

It ain’t about distance, it’s time. Longer you’re out there the more the miles accumulate. Europe was the only circle I rode, the otherI flew back.

OK you heathens....

A Liberal indicator; chocolate-flavored coconut milk, never saw it before Montana....



Meanwhile, back to Yellowstone.... not far inside the park entrance....



Can't drive 100 yards along the Upper Madison without wanting to stop and take a photo....






"Tatanka heech eh pi elo! TATANKA HEECH EH PI ELO!!!" = "The White guy has seen buffalo." G. Greene 1990 (twenty-nine years ago )

Awesome pictures.

First geysers, there's a bunch before ya get to the Big Cheese AKA Old Faithful....



Another geyser field next to the Firehole River, which drains into the Madison. When I put my hand into the Madison I was surprised it wasn't that cold, now I knew why.



Turns out the Nez Perce were through this country, on their 1877 flight to avoid imprisonment on a reservation...



Finally, the primary objective of this whole interrupted mission....



Thar she blows! Sorta anticlimactic actually, much less so if you're waiting around for the skies to clear for two more eruptions.....



What she looks like between rounds.... my entirely unscientific opinion is as long as Old Faithful is still doing her thing every ninety minutes give or take, the caldera ain't about to go off anytime soon.

What type of oil/ grease you use on the rolling gypsy camp?

Nice pics, Mike!

Late in the day on the mountain. Right after this photo the rain and thunder closed in..... but the question arose, if you pee behind that sign does it go right, towards the Pacific Ocean, or left, towards the Gulf of Mexico? As it turns out it was easy to bias the results....



The next morning, I slept on the porch....



I had been worried about running into bears or buffalo the night before, forgot all about these guys, these right behind the campground office at first light....



A boiling cauldron right by the intersection to Grant's Village....



....and another one of very many along the shore of Yellowstone Lake... reminders that you're on the stovetop....



A mute reminder of the terror of wildfire....

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