The Old Road out of Jackson up to Yellowstone runs almost due north, and along the east side of the Tetons, so as the sun comes up, the mountains are in a glorious setting on a clear day in the morning light. I've actually gotten pretty good at riding and taking pictures on this trip -- something Tony always did when we rode together. The picture on the right was taken with my cell phone camera. Just as I pulled up to take the picture the camera batteries died on the camera, wouldn’t you know it. I’m glad the cell camera is good enough to capture the setting. You recall I overnighted in Jackson because of the “migrating Elk” that tend to wander on the highway – unfortunately I didn’t see any on my ride this morning.
Sure enough, a mile or so up the road I ran into a line of stopped cars. The nice thing on a bike is you can ride to the head of the line and wait for the Pilot Car to arrive. I asked the flagman how long, and he said “15 minutes or so”, and I stopped the motor and sat in the sun. He came over, as people are prone to do when they see bikers, and started telling me how he’d come up here 38 years ago with some friends who were bikers and one was killed in a terrible accident. He said they buried him with his “leathers, his handlebars, his ladies panties, and a bag of weed.” It must have been quite a funeral.
It was still very much winter in the park – you can see the frozen lake and the amount of snow as I crossed the Continental Divide. It wasn’t all that cold by this time, as the sun was shining and I was well layered with sweaters, jackets and pants.
This trip, the only wildlife I saw were buffalo – lots of them. The babies are cute, except when they block the road and don’t move. And avoiding their “pies” in the road on the bike can be fun. Lord knows I’d hate to run through it – it’s probably slicker than…well you know.