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Somehow we only got
a sprinkle during the night, so packing kit was not the soggy affair we feared. Naturally
Peter was first off but we yo-yo'd back and forth with wardrobe changes, not to
mention stopping to take in some stunning landscapes. I
caught Peter stopped up ahead over a small rise adjacent a sign and only
realised the significance of it once I got there. Montana,
beautiful and challenging as it was, had gone on forever, and now we were
about to leave it behind and enter pocket-sized Idaho, at least from our perspective. Several
segments of singletrack later we were in Sawtell/Big Springs, filling up on
Subway, and doing the standard resupply.
I was enjoying the
change of scenery until a km or two into the "rail trail", a narrow
sandpit of coarse particulate that extended as far as the eye could see (for
about 40 km!), sapping one of strength, cheating one of traction, and pounding
the posterior, joints and tendons with a frequency of 2-3
Hz. It
was akin to a rippled river bed drained of water. I'm
sure Idaho has some other desirable features, but the rail trail ain't one of
them. About
3 hrs later, however, justification for the rail trail became apparent, as the
old line gradually descended and wound its way into a picturesque forested
gorge full of walkers, campers and holiday makers. Truly
spectacular stuff. I
would have loved to have taken a dip at numerous points, but the compulsion to
keep things ticking over was too much. At
the trail's conclusion a short sharp climb out of the gorge delivers one to
another classic vista of rolling fields with some dramatic mountains in the
distance - the Tetons, presumably coupled with the Yellowstone massif behind
them.
Somehow I missed the
Squirrel Creek Ranch feed, but I was now out of Idaho and into Wyoming, and had
enough food and drink to at least get me to Flagg Ranch Resort, up on a high
plateau, gained after climbing through some lovely forest, the odd snow drift
and alpine meadows. Just
before gaining Flag Ranch I thought I saw some large white swans (Trumpeter?)
on the adjacent river so took a side road to check them out; white
Pelicans, of all things, at altitude! I
got back on route just as Alex Hawkins and Per Lofstrand cruised past, and
managed to catch them as we gained Flagg Ranch, one of the more bombastic
camping/resort complexes you are ever likely to see. Tyler
was also there, having managed to get temporarily lost in the suburb sized
cabin/RV/camping area. I
traipsed into the main resort building, found my way to the bar, and ordered
dinner next to Tyler and Peter. The
general store attached had all we needed for resupply.
Coulter Bay, just
over the hill, was the evening destination, and whilst Peter left before us,
Tyler and I ground our way at a more sedate pace up and over the pass before
dropping to the lake on the other side, greeted in magnificent splendour by the
Tetons captured by the setting sun. Truly
magical views. We
stopped a few times for pics but darkness caught up with us for the final drag
into town. Tyler
took a liking to a spot by the side of the road and opted to bivvy there. I
was still concerned over the possibility of bear encounters so decided to push
on into the dark to the imagined safety of Coulter Bay itself. Not
much happening when I arrived. I
got directions to cabins and the camping area from a closing restaurant. I
was actually desperate for a cabin and the possibility of a shower, but they
were booked solid so crept into the camping area, which was also pretty packed,
and rolled out my bivvy between a few bushes separating designated, occupied
sites, importantly not too far from the toilet block. Anything
involving walking, actually hobbling, at this stage was pretty painful, let
alone simply standing up or sitting down, where knees, ankles and achillies
would scream at me over such extremes of flexion. I
stashed my food into the adjacent squeaky bear cage and was out like a light,
and gone before anyone had stirred early the next morning.
(207 km, 1583 m)
Peter and Tyler at the Montana-Idaho border
Rail trail, with the odd bridge to break the monotony
Tyler
Tetons
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