I enjoyed meeting an FJR com padre last night and his beautiful spouse. Wisht I had more time, deadlines and all. They sounded blown away by Chief Joseph and Beartooth...and why not?
Indeed we were blown away by the ride yesterday, Cole.
And it was also a great pleasure having the opportunity to meet you after so long, and getting to chat with you for at least a while last night. You know, I realized afterward that, even though we are separated by nearly an entire continent, we could be twin sons of different mothers, from some of your philosophy that I've heard.
Day 7
Disclaimer: After riding in Wyoming and Montana these past 3 days, I have come to appreciate the magnitude and splendor of this part of the continent. While we took, and I will present, a bunch pf photographs, it ios impossible to fully capture the feeling that you get when you see these places live and in person.
If you have been here before (as we now have) perhaps these photos can rekindle those feelings that you experienced when you were there. But, and this is the important part, if you have experienced it yourself before there is no way thatthese photos will come close to showing just how grand it all is.
While not as seasoned a traveler as some, I have been around quite a bit. I've crossed the continent before (by car), been to Europe, including skiing in the alps. Lived in California Bay area for a spell. Been to some Carribean Islands, etc. etc. And of course been to nearly every nook and cranny of the eastern seaboard. Our riding experiences over the past three days have been a far more moving, more of a visceral awakening, than anything I have ever seen or done in the past.
YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST COME SEE THIS COUNTRY FOR YOURSELF!!!
And now, with that little melodrama out of the way, on to the details...
Headed out of Cody bright and early. Wanted to get ahead of the masses, especially as we had been warned about there being a lot of Yellowstone traffic on the Beartooth.
Even in the first few miles we were seeing some pretty cool geological features alongside the road
Eventually we made the turn up WY 296, aka the Chief Joseph Highway.
These are some damn big mountains. And there is no shortage of them either. Every which way you turn your head to look there is another magnificent specimen. It is kind of like looking into a dark night sky and viewing the stars. There are just too many to take in and fully comprehend. The idea that someone has named every one of these peaks is astounding.
We stopped at the big turn-out rest area near the height of land and just stood and absorbed the massive view (we were also conveniently, the only ones there at the time)
Of course we
are on a motorcycle trip...
... So the twisty turny roads up and down are of no small importance. This is where we were heading next...
Before we left there, we were accosted by a band of little beggars, looking for a free handout. Josie was quite taken by them. They seemed to be pretty well fed to me...
Onward and downward...
Bringing us back
down to merely the highest altitude anywhere in our home state! But the big giants still surrounded us on all sides.
Finally we reached the end of the highway. Joe, you gave a very good performance!!
But the Chief Joe ends at an intersection with the Beartooth Highway, All American Road (says so right on the signs)
And the Beartooth did not disappoint either. Even higher, steeper and longer than the Joe. The Beartooth is the ultimate E-ticket ride.
I particularly enjoyed the unique alpine climate ecosystem up at the Top of the World. (the road actually goes a bit higher than that)
Yes, that is snow still standing in August. That's what happens up at 11000 feet.
Just magnificent. That's the only word that I can find for it. You know that line in "America the Beautiful"? "For purple mountain majesties, Above the fruited plain!" I get that now.
Stopped at the Rocky Creek Vista,
...and it was a little busy up there. Most had come from the east and were westbound. That was fine with us.
But the views from the vista are mind blowing. Best not to look down!
The ride back down is more exhilarating even that the ride up, at least it is for me. I always get more of
that funny sick feeling in the pit of my stomach on the descents.
And then finally the Beartooth was done. What a trip!
Back to the rolling hills while riding up Rte 78 to Colombia.
After such an exciting morning, we took a lower altitude, lower key route through some wide open cattle ranching spaces in the afternoon. Just rode up US 89 from Livingston, across US 12 through the Helena Forest, then back down US 287 to I-90 again. Then buzzed the slab into butte for the night.
As I already mentioned, we met up with Big Sky at the 5 Mile Bar and Casino out on the edge of town. We knew that it was one of Cole's regular haunts when the bartender started pouring his brand of beer right as he walked in the door.
Afterwards we went to another Casino, next door to our hotel,to grab a couple of quick sandwiches. But they did have some of this on hand, which made the crummy sandwiches taste a bit better.
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What a day...