A couple of years ago, my friend Steve and I stopped after a long, hot ride, in a bar in West Yellowstone, Montana. There we met some fellow riders from New Jersey who were camping along the Henry’s Fork south of town. They had been to Sturgis and now were taking in the Yellowstone Basin, enjoying the magnificent roads, doing some trout fishing. They shared their adventures including an encounter with a Black bear along the river. One of the fellows told us this:
“I live in a great condo across the river from New York. I can sit on my deck and enjoy the Manhattan Skyline each evening, but if I want to find a great place to ride it takes me three hours in traffic just to get there. You are so fortunate that you have this kind of experience right at your doorstep. You guys take it for granted but to us it’s just amazing.”
He was right, of course. Those of us who live and ride here in the west are fortunate and we do take it for granted. I was reminded of this yesterday on my Sunday ride.
I left about 8:30 hand headed out of Pocatello on US 30, riding east towards the Wyoming border. At Montpelier, Idaho I turned north on US 89, traveling through beautiful Montpelier canyon and into Wyoming’s Star Valley.
US 89 goes on to Alpine Wyoming and from Alpine you
In Jackson I stopped for lunch. I have a rule that requires me to have lunch at a Brew Pub if one is available and in Jackson there is a really fine establishment, Snake River Brewing company. Good food and fine beer. I had one only. I have a rule that I will drink no more beers than I have wheels under me. I had only one as I planned to stop at another Brew Pub later in the afternoon .
I then spent some time poking around Jackson, including a stop at their great visitors center and then a quick ride out to Teton National Park, only 5 miles from town. Yellowstone park is just a few miles away too.
From Jackson I headed out through Wilson and up over Teton Pass then back down into the Teton Valley in Idaho. I stopped in the town of Victor at the Teton Valley Brewery to sample their fine produc, and though I was tempted to stay, I headed home through Swan Valley, On to Idaho Falls and back to Pocatello. I arrived home about 6:30 after a beautiful 368 mile day-ride. I am indeed fortunate to live here in the west with such riding outside my back door. SOB