Team Photos So to say today was a 90 mile ride is kind of a lie…after some crew chief breakfast we racked up the bikes and cruised the first 40 miles to avoid some unsafe shoulder action. Though it was a shorter ride it was pretty slow-moving for the whole day.
About 10 miles in we officially crossed into Yellowstone national park…took some necessary goofy shots at the big sign before getting back on the bikes. Rode with Brent and Snowberger for a little ways in…when we stopped at one point some passers-by stopped to ask what we were doing and ended up donating $15 bucks on the fly…rock on. Snowberger’s knee started bothering him again, poor guy, and he racked it up, leaving Brent and I to cycle two-man style about 5 miles to the next crew stop: normally no big deal, but the head wind today was out of hand. Fightin to even go 12 miles an hour we finally caught up with the rest of the pack, and we decided to split into two bigger pacelines of 7 guys each to get some better drafting going. Wind was rough the whole rest of the way which made appreciating the scenery of Yellowstone a little tougher….real bummer was not seeing any wildlife…not even a freakin squirrel! But apparently the best part of Yellowstone is on tomorrow’s ride. We trudged through the last 20 miles before finally reaching the small touristy town of West Yellowstone…pretty neat place.
Lodged up at the local school and munched some crew chief lunch. Not quite enough eats though so after showing up (sidenote: the entrance to the showers looked like a carwash entrance, funny to me, guess ya had to be there) a group of us rolled over to Arby’s for some glorious roast beef. I also couldn’t help but try the loaded potato snacker things, which fyi aren’t as good as they look.
Got back to lodging and pretty much the whole team passed out for some much needed nappage. Sollner woke us all up around 5:40 to head to dinner at a local restaurant, The Timberline, for a team dinner. I sat with Pops as he shared some stories of his time in Iraq and his chapter’s crazy formals week in Florida (it was a broad conversation). The fish and chips were good but the kicker was the buffalo chip ice cream (chocolate w/ bits of snickers).
Afterwards a couple guys went out but most of us hung out at lodging (which had a ton of sweet “Got Milk” posters) before callin it a night.
About 10 miles in we officially crossed into Yellowstone national park…took some necessary goofy shots at the big sign before getting back on the bikes. Rode with Brent and Snowberger for a little ways in…when we stopped at one point some passers-by stopped to ask what we were doing and ended up donating $15 bucks on the fly…rock on. Snowberger’s knee started bothering him again, poor guy, and he racked it up, leaving Brent and I to cycle two-man style about 5 miles to the next crew stop: normally no big deal, but the head wind today was out of hand. Fightin to even go 12 miles an hour we finally caught up with the rest of the pack, and we decided to split into two bigger pacelines of 7 guys each to get some better drafting going. Wind was rough the whole rest of the way which made appreciating the scenery of Yellowstone a little tougher….real bummer was not seeing any wildlife…not even a freakin squirrel! But apparently the best part of Yellowstone is on tomorrow’s ride. We trudged through the last 20 miles before finally reaching the small touristy town of West Yellowstone…pretty neat place.
Lodged up at the local school and munched some crew chief lunch. Not quite enough eats though so after showing up (sidenote: the entrance to the showers looked like a carwash entrance, funny to me, guess ya had to be there) a group of us rolled over to Arby’s for some glorious roast beef. I also couldn’t help but try the loaded potato snacker things, which fyi aren’t as good as they look.Got back to lodging and pretty much the whole team passed out for some much needed nappage. Sollner woke us all up around 5:40 to head to dinner at a local restaurant, The Timberline, for a team dinner. I sat with Pops as he shared some stories of his time in Iraq and his chapter’s crazy formals week in Florida (it was a broad conversation). The fish and chips were good but the kicker was the buffalo chip ice cream (chocolate w/ bits of snickers).
Afterwards a couple guys went out but most of us hung out at lodging (which had a ton of sweet “Got Milk” posters) before callin it a night.
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