Date: Sunday 22nd August
Route: Ennis, Montana – Madison, Wyoming
Distance: 86 miles
Total climb: 3666ft
Net climb: 1846ft
Despite our blood sacrifice a few days earlier, the cycling Gods clearly had some pent up wrath to expend upon us today. We cycled out of Ennis at a decent time (we struggle to get on the road before 9:30 of a morning) and for the next three and a half hours we slogged continually into a very strong headwind. The problem with a headwind is not just that it slows you down – and it does – we averaged only 6mph compared to our normal 17mph; but also that it stops you from speaking to one another and produces a continuous and maddening noise that completely envelopes you.
We were making such slow progress that in order to retain our sanity and get out of the wind we decided to break the ride up into small chunks of around 10 miles. In accordance with our plan we stopped at Cameron – a town comprised of one shop which sadly was closed and up for sale (I could not possibly speculate on whether that will, in time, constitute an apt metaphor for our current Prime Minister and his government). After that brief respite we rejoined the fight, planning to stop again in 10 miles time. We got to the 20 mile marker but there was no shelter in sight; so we resolved to stop as soon as we saw somewhere suitable at which to get out of the gale’s onslaught.
After a further 9 miles of toil nowhere had presented itself, save for a half built log cabin with signs saying “Danger. Do not Enter. Do not Tresspass [sic.]” The sight of a large number of pick-up trucks and the questionable spelling of the warning suggested to us that this would not be a sensible place to rest.
Eventually we took a break on the side of a bank which provided enough shelter to at least give our ears a rest. After a few carefully regulated nutritional snacks (Milky Ways and Snickers Bars) we were once again ready to face the weather which now consisted of not just wind but also its close friend, torrential rain. Fortunately for us, after about one more mile our route took a sharp turn left and the headwind became a cross-wind – far more manageable. From that moment on the wind was no longer a great concern (although it had already taken its toll given that we had travelled 29 miles in three and a half hours).
Having served our penance, the rest of the day was thoroughly enjoyable. After a quick lunch with Team Heagney in a car park we continued past two lakes: one created by an earthquake in 1959 complete with dead trees rising from its depths and a second (Hebgen Lake}) an enormous expanse of water which looked magnificent with the sun beginning to set over it.
It was getting late and so, with Fred at the helm, we dashed into West Yellowstone. With me running low on energy (our food intake for the day had been very low) and Fred keen for a toy from a Happy Meal, we headed across to MacDonalds for some reviving junk-food. My choice of 6 chicken nuggets as a starter, prior to a double cheese and bacon burger, won the begrudging respect of the semi-professional eaters who were the customers of that particular establishment.
The day was not over yet though and so we hopped back on our bikes in the fading light and headed into Yellowstone Park. Both $12 dollars lighter after paying the park entry fees we rode the final 14 miles to our campsite in Madison with Fred on continual and somewhat paranoid bear watch. In terms of actual wildlife we saw little other than some deer and a Trumpteter Swan, and we arrived at our campsite intact. The cycling Gods had not quite had their fill with us yet though, as, much to both of our frustration, I noticed, as we rode around the campsite to find the RV, that yet another spoke had broken in my rear wheel. Another trip to a bike shop was in order and our plans for the following day had been severely compromised.
JBS