Fellow bicyclists everywhere

      Over the course of the day after leaving Dillon, I met up with both a Swiss and British couple, three Transamerica racers and a guy from Northern California.  The mountains appeared greener but the Valleys are more arid.  Everyone is crossing the country one way or the other.  It is fun swapping stories or briefing each other about what to look out for along the way. Have we seen so and so with the prosthesis leg.....Seeing someone way off in the distance riding towards you is always a welcome sight. Checking out the rider's bike, gear and talking as cars and trucks speed by.  The road is our home. The bond is instant, we are both long distant travelers determined to make the crossing.  

       At the super market in Dillion, I met a fellow baker, Derick Pell. Twenty-five and legs as big as logs.  We met up again thirty miles later at a no name convenience store where he introduced me to instant energy...pop tarts! 400 calories guaranteed to give you a near instant recharge.  At home no way would I eat the stuff but on the road, I eat what it takes to keep the boiler stoked.  Dereck, with only two forward chain rings and no granny gear can climb hills effortlessly. Youth!  

     I arrived at Virginia City and Nevada City which are two towns straight out of the old west.  A major tourist attraction with RVs parked everywhere.  Any second Clint Eastwood could have come around the corner.  A big Irish celebration was underway including a parade, Irish dancing and bag piping. But first things first after a long days ride. The right bar and grill was close by where I Indulged in a cold IPA.  My contribution to the festivities.

       A campsite up the road was my only option.  The area for bikes was separate from the RV ghetto but nearly devoid of a flat spot to pitch my tent.  A large permanent teepee was set up next to and filled with several backpacks. Late that evening a group of campers staggered on to the site.  One guy barfed his guts out shortly thereafter.  Forget any consideration for me as they carried on but next morning they were laid low as I sprang to life early ready to cover more ground.  I had a good size breakfast at the only restaurant open. 

   Once on the road, I immediately started a four mile climb.  Once over the top I  descend into Ennis, a day's ride from West Yellowstone.  Four out of my twelve transamerica maps will be complete!  

      Here I am writing this blog looking out at the mountains and wilderness.  Tonight I will be camping under the stars with only nature making the noise.