Day Forty-Nine: Sharing Causes in Sheridan, MT

The route to Sheridan solidified what I had heard: Montana is BEAUTIFUL. I'll let you judge for yourself:

Cloudy peaks visible from our host's home.

How all roads are lined in MT.

Peak after peak overshadow Earthquake lake.

And sometimes there are rivers too...

But most of Montana is mountainous.

Mountainous and beautiful!

The ride to Sheridan was easier than the last few rides, a little more flat. It still had some climbs and some descents, though. Overall it was a great day, which was made even better when we ran into an ongoing charity auction/dinner for a local hospital. When we told them about our organization and cause they invited us to eat their leftovers--something 27 cyclists can easily accomplish. We even got to speak briefly about the 4K. Spreading awareness with dessert makes for a successful day.

After a long day of cycling, Team Seattle enjoys story time in the public school library.

If all of Montana is like today, I won't mind the 11 days in this state one bit.

Taking in the Magic of the Mountains,

James

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Today was dedicated to our warm, welcoming hosts from last night, Scott and Alice, as well as Casey's step-brother and his wife for their generous food donations.

Day Forty-Eight: Waiting for West Yellowstone

Yellowstone was wonderful but after two nights of camping with 26 other people I was more than ready to leave. I was ready to get on my bike and pedal out of the park rapidly.

Except, we couldn't bike out of the park today. It was a matter of safety--winding, narrow roads, no shoulders, crazy RVs, and bison (bison in the midst of their mating season). The park ranger reiterated the dangers to our ride director, while I reminded him of last year's story of shuttling through herds of buffalo. So, putting riders' safety first, we decided to shuttle out of Yellowstone to our next host in West Yellowstone.

The only problem was that one group would have to hang back and wait for the second shuttle. I was in that luckily group, and  here are all the sights from those few precious hours hanging around Yellowstone:

Yellowstone national land bridge.

View of Yellowstone from the top of the land bridge.

Yellowstone canyon waterfall.

The stone after which Yellowstone is named.

After waiting til about 2:30pm, we were picked up by the van and began the final shuttle out of Yellowstone. Along the way we saw buffalo, bears and elk. I fell asleep during the van ride and woke up just in time to catch the Montana state line:

Welcome to West Yellowstone, MT!

Our host tonight, Scott W. is the local Fire Chief and has generally opened his home to all 27 of us. His wife was kind enough to fix us dinner (and as we're told breakfast tomorrow as well). I wanted to give a very special thank you to both of them for showing us true hospitality!

Tomorrow we'll be back on our bikes and heading to Sheridan, MT. I hear Montana is one of the most beautiful states and I cannot wait to see if this holds true.

Preparing to Pedal Again,

James

Day Forty-Seven: 24 "Rest" Hours in Yellowstone

A photo blog of 24 hours in Yellowstone National Park, beginning with the evening of day 46 and ending with the evening day 47:

Boats docked down by the lakeside general store.

We ate and hung out along the lake shoreline, purple mountains loomed in the distance as the sun set.

We hiked through the woods the following morning.

The afternoon sun warmed us through the trees as we ascended.

The hike to the summit was worthwhile.

The best way to end a night camping-- with friends around a campfire.

That's just a sense of the past 24 hours here in Yellowstone. Tomorrow we leave the park for the nearby town of West Yellowstone and officially cross the border into Montana!

Moving Mountains to Montana,

James

Day Forty-Six: Yes! We've made it to Yellowstone!

I decided to take van duty going into Yellowstone (I wish the van's windshield hadn't been so dirty so my pictures from inside the van would be clearer). There were three reasons for this: 1. I was due for a van duty and decided that I wanted to be able to maintain control over what days I am in the van. 2. I yearned to ride over Big Horn, and got to do so, therefore I knew I would be getting in the van around Yellowstone. 3. Yellowstone was going to be a tough day for the van and I felt competent in my ability to manage the chaos.

Heading through tunnels on our way to the Yellowstone entrance.

The breathtaking lakeside route to Yellowstone

I was right, and I remain satisfied with my decision. As it turns out, we had to be shuttled into Yellowstone. It was cheaper (we only had to pay for two vans rather than two vans and 24 individual bikes) and safer (the roads are windy, lack shoulders, and are bustling with insane American tourists in RVs too big for their own good).

We weren't even in Yellowstone; the route improved in scenery as we approached...

Casey I headed out of Cody after the riders left the church. Stopping to attempt a food donation from the local Walmart (which was a huge waste of time, although we did get coffee out of it so maybe it wasn't so bad after all), the clock ticked away. We had to be efficient today; the plan was to rush into Yellowstone, drop off the bags, the food and the tents (and me) and then head back to the park entrance where the riders would meet the van and be shuttled in. Plus, this shuttling would have to occur twice. It was a lengthy drive from the park entrance to the camp ground so time was truly of the essence.

Snow peaks are present as we climb into Yellowstone National Park.

Forest fires take their toll on an area of the park.

Casey and I checked into the campground and unpacked the van. Before long it was time to go start the first round of shuttling and I--the "city boy" was left in Yellowstone, alone, without cell reception, with five campsites, nine tents, 30 duffle-bags, 30 backpacks, some bikes, two tarps, and boxes of food and supplies. What was my job? To set up the tents. The boy who never camped before now had to set up camp.

And just as Casey pulled away, the thunder and lightning started.

Like the cannon shot that preempts a race, I was jolted by the thunder into protecting all the luggage from the elements. Running around the campsite we deemed as HQ, I gathered all belongings, stacking them into a pyramid and covering them with our two tarps. Except, the tarps had no desire to remain on the pyramid, dancing in the wind and rendering themselves useless. Naturally, I got creative, staking the corners of the tarps into the ground and adding weight to the top using pots, pans, and a hammer.

And by the time it was complete, it had never rained more than a drizzle, the clouds had passed, and the sun was beginning to show. I decided to just leave the setup alone in the off chance that another rouge storm appeared.

I quickly organized the food, taking inventory of what we had for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next few days while brainstorming different meal ideas. 

Then I set off to set up the tents, rain-flies and all. Luckily I had previous experience setting up these tents thanks to our stay in Mitchell, SD (when I slept in the tent in the back yard). I did stop a few times and check how Casey had set up the first two. Mimicking his method of which lines of the rain-fly were staked and which weren't, I completed two tents by the time the first shuttle of riders had arrived. They all laughed as I came walking up from a nearby campsite, hammer in hand, dirt on my shorts, and sweat on my brow.

Camp was looking good and this city boy didn't look so city anymore.

Dinner the first night: a donated frozen pizza becomes a campfire calzone.

Check back to hear more about Yellowstone, as we'll be spending a rest day here tomorrow.

Taking Back Tent City,

James

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 Today's efforts were dedicated to my brother, who I am reminded of all throughout Yellowstone. We definitely need to go camping together in the future. Hearing all these stories along the way about life, death and cancer survival have made me appreciate the time I get to spend with those I love; and have made me wonder why I haven't gone camping with my brother already!

Day Forty-Five: Coasting to Cody

Yesterday's climb through the Big Horns wore us out, but there's no rest for the weary on the 4K. We started another day with the sunrise:

The sunrise over the Wyoming plains. Another day begins!

Luckily, today was a much easier day than yesterday, but just as beautiful:

Views from the route. Wyoming is fantastic. Take a good look at the white, puffy clouds that hang over the mountains in the distance.

Tired, but determined, we made it to Cody, practically coasting compared to yesterday's climbing. We new we had to check out the rodeo that night, it was one of our last opportunities to catch a rodeo. The sun was setting as I arrived, and it was a beautiful sunset behind a mountain:

The sun sets over Cody, Wyoming.

My first time at a rodeo!

Tomorrow we head into Yellowstone. We're all really excited for it; it's supposed to be a beautiful ride. I'm excited to have more camping experience and opportunities for hiking. Who knows what new sights are to be found?

Yearning for Yellowstone,

James

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Today's ride was dedicated to Maureen Moran, a beloved grandmother, mother, and wife who bravely battled with cancer. I never had the fortune of meeting her, but I have learned so much about her through her family. I can see the her light and love continuously weave itself into their lives. 

Day Forty-Four: Fighting through Big Horn's Powder River Pass

Before I left home for send-off , my father wrote to me in a card. Among his many inspirational and encouraging words, one line--the last line, stuck with me: "Don't stop James, don't ever stop." Today I drew upon his words for inspiration and motivation, motivation to keep pedaling, motivation to keep climbing, and motivation to reach higher and further.


So upon waking up this morning, full of anxious tension for the notorious climbs of the day, I took a sharpie to my upper thighs and inscribed my father's words on my legs. Now every time I looked down there were his words rising up back at me:

My reminder to keep climbing Big Horn!

The morning dedication was sincere and heavy. We were all reminded of why we ride; every teammate spoke. It was the perfect dedication for the ominous day ahead. We left early and on time, unsure of what we were getting ourselves into.

We approach the climb within 5 miles of leaving the host.

The views from along the route were consistently beautiful, leading me to expect the beauty to grow as the climb began.

Views from the road just before the climbing begins.

I began the climb with my climbing buddy, Jose, who turned out to be the perfect match for me. We cheered each other on as we climbed higher and higher, staying side by side the entire time. In a little over four hours we reached the top--the third team to reach the peak--water stops included.

We did it--WE REACHED THE PEAK--9,666 ft above sea level!

The view from the top of Powder River Pass.

We climbed over 5,000 ft in about four hours to a total height of 9,666 ft.

The actual summit, a little higher than the road, which we could not reach.

As newton claimed, what goes up must come down, and that holds true for cycling. The team and I geared up for an 18 mile descent (a well earned descent).

The view of the Big Horns before the descent.

We began the descent, which was slightly disappointing, but stopped 7 miles in for a lakeside lunch. The lake was gorgeous:

Lunch by a lake is always welcomed!

After lunch we continued the descent for a few more miles, only to be stopped by road construction. The workers at the construction site decided that it was not safe to pass on bicycle, so we got a free shuttle ride through a few miles of roadwork:

Riders climb into a pickup, bikes in hand, ready to be shuttled through construction.

I was pleasantly surprised after exiting the pickup truck--that's when the real descent began. It was unsafe to take pictures during the steep, switchback filled descent. I did snag a pic just before descending:



But our day wasn't done, after descending we still had miles to go. It was a 90 mile day. Jose and I continued to speed ahead, riding through the tiny town of Tensleep at the base of the Big Horns.

Riding through Tensleep.

After getting free shaved ices in Tensleep, we trudged onward, passing through the "badlands of Wyoming."

The Badlands of Wyoming, on the way to Worland, WY.

The long day got longer and hotter. We soon found ourselves wearily tackling rolling hills in the desert.

Rolling hills through the desert of Wyoming.

Despite it all, we survived. And, truth be told, it wasn't as bad as we had expected. The Big Horn Mountains that we had built up in our heads were far worse than the reality. We were stronger than we thought, faster than we thought, and more prepared than we had realized. We were a team, and a strong one at that.

I'm ready for the mountains of the west. If I can climb Big Horn, I can climb anything.

Keep It Low, Keep It Slow,
James

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Today's dedication was a very special one. First and foremost, today was dedicated to my father for all his support, strength, and inspiration. But today was not just for him, today was for everyone (in no particular order) : my mother; my brother; my grandparents; my step-mom and her father; Jacqlene Moran for all her love and support; the Moran family and specifically Maureen Moran (a loving wife, mother and grandmother whose love I feel through her family); Beth Sherring; the Mejia family; my friends (those both new and old); all of my generous donors; Team Seattle; those we have met along the way, those we will meet, and those we never will meet who have been affected by cancer. Today was for you, for all you, for everything you've been through, for everything you will conquer, and for all positive impacts you will have. Thank you, bless you, and may you always have a tail wind!

Day Forty-Three: Back to Buffalo?

It's strange to me to be entering Buffalo again. The first time was Buffalo, NY; now it's Buffalo, WY. Both are very different cities.

For instance, the weather heading into Buffalo, WY was much more preferable than the mess we had entering Buffalo, NY:

Wide open skies and roads all the way to Buffalo, WY.

The day was relatively easy, though the Big Horn Mountains--tomorrow's great challenge--loomed ominously in the distance.

We couldn't help but gaze at the Big Horns during a water stop.

We ended up descending into Buffalo surrounded by mountains:

Buffalo, WY is BEAUTIFUL!

While making some last-minute host changes (no worries, we had everything under control) we cooled off in Clear Creek. You can see why it's called Clear Creek for yourself:

The water was so refreshing and made laying in the sun all the more enjoyable.

Tonight we are checking over our bikes and performing some basic maintenance to prepare for the Big Horns tomorrow. Tomorrow we are climbing over 5,000 ft to a total elevation of 9,666 ft. In total, it's a 90 mile day, the first third of which are climbing through mountains. We're all really anxious.

Here's to Making it Through Tomorrow,

James

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Today was dedicated to Linda and her husband for generously opening their home to us last night, and for Linda's two sisters. We hope they stay strong and wish them the best in health and life.