1st July 2015
After several fruitless hours trying to get the Wi-Fi to work, I give up and read a book for a while, whilst the air conditioner wheezes asthmatically. I eventually doze off and sleep relatively well.
I decide to give the complimentary breakfast a miss, load up the bike and I'm heading up the Beartooth Pass before 0800...
For the first time in days it feels cool, and I stop and zip up the vents in my jacket...
The road surface is virtually new and I have the road to myself - life is very good indeed...
I start the climb up towards the pass...
...the road is cut into the side of the mountain and I wonder at the motivation that got this built in the first place...
It's a steep climb and I can feel my ears popping regularly as the pressure equalises...
What a way to start a day...
I catch the occasional glance of the road I've just ridden - a tiny ribbon on the valley floor far below...
I stop at an overlook - the local wildlife are clearly used to being fed by tourists - but my God they are fast
- I got several pictures of where they'd been before getting lucky with this snap...
Onward!
Well above the treeline now, there are long poles planted to give the snowplough driver a clue as to where the road is...
I remember being here - in August, if I remember correctly - in a blizzard...
I'm glad I set off early - when the road gets full of RVs, it becomes a pain to ride - as it is, only the radius of the next bend, or the grandeur of the next view governs my speed...
...and the sneaking suspicion (unfounded as it turns out) that a Wyoming State Trooper might be coming the other way...
I reach the summit - the last time I was at this altitude the captain had just told us to return our tray tables to the upright position...
I start the long descent towards Cooke City...
...the road surface actually gets better...
Can you see my grin through the visor?
The slope starts levelling off...
There's a dusting of wild flowers over the lush greenery of the alpine meadows...
That's a really pointy mountain, isn't it?
Back down amongst the trees...
I enter Cooke City and refuel the bike...
...and, on the recommendation of the chap behind the till, stop at The Bistro...
...for some light refreshment and excellent coffee.
I waddle back out to the bike and set off out of town...
...and a few miles down the road come to the North East entrance to Yellowstone National Park...
...to which my Parks Pass I bought at Glacier gives me free entrance...
I ride into the park...
...still all but deserted...
Now there's something about Yellowstone...
...that affects me unlike any other place I've visited.
It simply makes me glad to be alive.
I reflect on how lucky I am to be able to do this...
...and that, perhaps I should switch to decaff...
Traffic is starting to increase - particularly the dreaded rental RVs...
...but it's still a beautiful day...
...and getting warmer - I reopen the vents in my jacket...
I exit the park by the Western entrance. Unusually I have seen little wildlife today (some herds of bison and a few antelope - but all far from the road) - I will be revisiting, though, so I expect to see some more then...
I join the 191 North towards Bozeman, where I have a room booked today, and am delayed by more roadworks (they have to get all road repairs done in the summer - the winters here are cold)...
Pretty soon the speed limit is upped to 70mph - I have a spirited ride north.
I go to take a drink from my CamelBack to find the bite valve has gone missing. No matter - as I come into Bozeman I find a small sporting goods store. They don't stock CamelBack, but they draw me a map to show me where REI is...
...and they supply the exact piece for $6. Imagine having that degree of customer service in the UK...
I arrive at the Hampton Inn and I am quickly checked in, unloaded, connected to Wi-Fi (with no problems at all
) and turning the AC to Neptune...
What an absolutely brilliant day...
After several fruitless hours trying to get the Wi-Fi to work, I give up and read a book for a while, whilst the air conditioner wheezes asthmatically. I eventually doze off and sleep relatively well.
I decide to give the complimentary breakfast a miss, load up the bike and I'm heading up the Beartooth Pass before 0800...
For the first time in days it feels cool, and I stop and zip up the vents in my jacket...
The road surface is virtually new and I have the road to myself - life is very good indeed...
I start the climb up towards the pass...
...the road is cut into the side of the mountain and I wonder at the motivation that got this built in the first place...
It's a steep climb and I can feel my ears popping regularly as the pressure equalises...
What a way to start a day...
I catch the occasional glance of the road I've just ridden - a tiny ribbon on the valley floor far below...
I stop at an overlook - the local wildlife are clearly used to being fed by tourists - but my God they are fast
- I got several pictures of where they'd been before getting lucky with this snap...
Onward!
Well above the treeline now, there are long poles planted to give the snowplough driver a clue as to where the road is...
I remember being here - in August, if I remember correctly - in a blizzard...

I'm glad I set off early - when the road gets full of RVs, it becomes a pain to ride - as it is, only the radius of the next bend, or the grandeur of the next view governs my speed...
...and the sneaking suspicion (unfounded as it turns out) that a Wyoming State Trooper might be coming the other way...

I reach the summit - the last time I was at this altitude the captain had just told us to return our tray tables to the upright position...
I start the long descent towards Cooke City...
...the road surface actually gets better...
Can you see my grin through the visor?
The slope starts levelling off...
There's a dusting of wild flowers over the lush greenery of the alpine meadows...
That's a really pointy mountain, isn't it?
Back down amongst the trees...
I enter Cooke City and refuel the bike...
...and, on the recommendation of the chap behind the till, stop at The Bistro...
...for some light refreshment and excellent coffee.
I waddle back out to the bike and set off out of town...
...and a few miles down the road come to the North East entrance to Yellowstone National Park...
...to which my Parks Pass I bought at Glacier gives me free entrance...
I ride into the park...
...still all but deserted...
Now there's something about Yellowstone...
...that affects me unlike any other place I've visited.
It simply makes me glad to be alive.
I reflect on how lucky I am to be able to do this...
...and that, perhaps I should switch to decaff...
Traffic is starting to increase - particularly the dreaded rental RVs...
...but it's still a beautiful day...
...and getting warmer - I reopen the vents in my jacket...
I exit the park by the Western entrance. Unusually I have seen little wildlife today (some herds of bison and a few antelope - but all far from the road) - I will be revisiting, though, so I expect to see some more then...
I join the 191 North towards Bozeman, where I have a room booked today, and am delayed by more roadworks (they have to get all road repairs done in the summer - the winters here are cold)...
Pretty soon the speed limit is upped to 70mph - I have a spirited ride north.
I go to take a drink from my CamelBack to find the bite valve has gone missing. No matter - as I come into Bozeman I find a small sporting goods store. They don't stock CamelBack, but they draw me a map to show me where REI is...
...and they supply the exact piece for $6. Imagine having that degree of customer service in the UK...
I arrive at the Hampton Inn and I am quickly checked in, unloaded, connected to Wi-Fi (with no problems at all
What an absolutely brilliant day...



