The only important world is the one behind your eyes. And no one can access it but youNeil Gamen

Depart steamboat springs after a delightful stay there.  Just plain relaxing, and the ride out was superb through the ranch lands at first on a bike path along the yampa river then a county road which it seemed was a usual route of many local cyclists out for a morning ride.  

We moved along Dave, Constance, Nancy, and I with James and Jeanne driving vehicles.  Joy and Sammie had departed on their own as usual.  Soon we were several miles south and climbing a winding paved road which I could not remember.  Oh not unusual, but nothing was matching up with my 2011 map or Constance’s 2014 map which were slightly different.  But the gps said we were right on track, although several miles back the gps had said turn right and both maps said turn left.  We had believed the gps as it went towards the mountains and up, not back down into more ranchland.  We came to the lake and Constance asked if anything was familiar.  I said there was a great dam we had to cross but I was having trouble remembering the landscape.  But we kept going following the GPS.  

Finally I realized we were at the upper end of lake at opposite end from dam and climbing higher.  We asked a girl cycling by and she said the route to Lynx pass was the way we were going.  Somehow we had missed the dam.  Later I discovered I had set the GPS to go only on roads and the dam route was a walkable bike able trail but no road for cars.  

As we climbed  higher and eating lunch Joy and Sammie caught us and told us about the dam.  Alas, technology!

Made Lynx pass campground and had a delightful afternoon evening imbibing in Colorado delights.

Second day from steamboat the nice hills rolling through the forest then descent to the Colorado river. But on the ascent I gave up.  I knew the climbs to come and had been thinking of them for a few days.  Just tired and my heart was not in it, so jumped in truck with Jeanne and went to junction for Kremmling.  When the riders arrived I watched the bikes while Joy and Sammie went into town with James for their general delivery packages of supplies mailed before the trip.  

The returned and we three rode the 12 miles to Williams reservoir campground.  Another great camp.  Had a swim after riding then we just enjoyed the evening sitting around talking.  

Up at usual 6 am off by 8:45, Jeanne and Dave driving.  A splendid ride up to and over ute pass.  A ride right through the processing mill and tailings pond of Henderson mine and the molybdenum mine.  Joy managed to get to the top despite an asthma attack,mrelieved by her inhaler and rest at the top.  

A rapid descent  topping 71 kph (44mph) then the highway with good shoulder up the blue river to Frisch where the group is planning a rest day.  We’re hoping for Breckinridge but no rooms.  Frisco is nicer.  I spent the afternoon in the garage with motel owner taking my bike apart and packing it up. 

Alas our ride is done.  The others continue to Mexican border. We are sad to leave.

Well this is interesting. Has been a good couple of days from Lima, actually 4 now. Centennial valley, red rocks wildlife preserve, into island park which was less than good, and warm springs campground which was great. 

But on departure up the hill into the farm lands of Ashton (where I grew up) received a text via garmin GPS (which is connected to )  road closed from flag ranch, our destination for the day 47 miles away, south. James and Jeanne were driving around due to rough road via Yellowstone. I called Tracy , my niece, and she said berry fire in Tetons blew up last evening and evacuating flag ranch now. 

Decide to ride south towards victor until James and Jeanne got word and could pick us up. Currently have been riding highway but sucks as busy with farm traffic but also tourists diverted around. No shoulder. So after about 10 miles decided to just stop under this tree and wait. 

“Wise words are rarer than emeralds, yet they come from the mouths of poor slave girls who turn the millstones.”

Ancient Egyptian saying

Nice evening in butte and Hotel Finlan in downtown a good place, one block off track. The new track is good as brings you through Butte. Nice to see the history and story, although I suspect one needs numerous answers because sometimes the story seems a bit over rosy.
A pleasant ride out and up our 5th divide crossing back to the east side although we are heading west. The continental divide curves around a bit. Then the “dive” down 5 miles to go under interstate 15. A whole different viewpoint from driving the ribbon of highway, just staring at the ongoing road, perhaps glancing at the countryside without feeling it. Biking definitely gives a different viewpoint: one feels the hills, feels the heat, feels the asphalt or as today the variety of gravel.

Then the 7 miles to beaver dam camp a nice place, although the loose gravel, washboard and 7% slope was a bit tough at end of day. Good practice though!

Beaver dam camp nice and no one else there. Pleasant sitting around for the afternoon. Then after a beer and two gin and tonics I decided to climb the 100 foot outcropping of rock. Took a bit to find a route which included two tunnels through rocks. Did make it to the top after about half hour. Would have been easier in something other than crocks for shoes and the effects of g&t. Carefull!
Then to fleecer ridge continuing on up the slope. A few cattle guards with broken rails, then hike a bike up. Again, as with Joe, difficult route finding with directions saying going toward lone fence near the top. The lone fence is a single post 90 degrees off road. And the top is 2000 feet higher. Hmmmm.

The descent which my garmin said was a 37% slope was as memorable as ever. Keep the back tire behind the front. A lot harder than it sounds. Switchback through the sagebrush. Then down a rocky rideable 4 wheeler track meeting up with a badger ambling up the track. He looked at me and removed himself from our route.

Onto a good gravel road a through the town of Wise River. A visit to sweetwater ranch where Constance and Dave had friends. I asked Levi the difference between hay, Straw and grass. Hay is just mown grass. Straw is the stalk of a different grass.

Another nice day of riding all pavement which was fast. We arrived here in Bannock, Montana about 12:30. Wondrous ride over and through the pioneer mountains. And wifi in the campground. What will they think of next?  But slow and cannot send pictures so think I will wait a few more days. Hopefully Lima in 2 days.

Jeanne drove into Dillon and James hiking while we rode. She went in for supplies. (Gin, tonic, and a few fresh foods). We all arrived here about same time which was too bad for Jeanne, as she wanted to ride back to meet us, but we were too fast.  The others wanted to go to Dillon, but I opted to stay. They wanted showers laundry and the patagonia store for shopping.  Jeanne decided to stay also, so it is just the two of us. Very nice to be alone.

The creek has a great pool so we went and had a great bath and washed the salt out if riding clothes. Sweet. And I have a different view of Montana this trip. Incredible mountains and  Vistas. I think the difference is not as hot as 4 years ago a balmy 85 on arrival as opposed to 100.  Big difference. Montana can be a nice place. As with most things one must adapt and fit not change the state or desert or whatever.

And arrived Lima about 12:30. Was a cold morning. 3 degrees c (about 36 f) and downhill fast.  The road yesterday said bridge out but sign was beside the road so went there anyway.  And another sign saying bridge out about 10 miles from end of medicine lodge big sheep road.  But all bridges intact, guess it was for a bridge a few days ago and another in a few days.   .

More riders along the way; Mike from sanfrancisco riding from Proudhon bay to Argentina.  He also wondered when they will finish the route from north to south and not just banff to Mexican border.  The route is already there, just needs the maps and directions in one place.  And Daniel from Oxford England last eve passed us going up the 15% grade to medicine lodge big sheep pass.  It was only a few miles to supposed camp at Morrison lake which Jeanne and Constance (who were driving the finish of day) could not find and made camp at junction.  We enjoyed an incredible show of caveman tv watching the clouds move about and colors change and sun set awesome.

I wonder sometimes what the locals think of having an international bike route passing through their area.  People from all over riding the ride.  Met a father daughter two days ago riding shout to north.  He was from Dubai, she from Canterbury England. Staying at the motel in Lima, Montana the owner says they started in 2004 and had 30 divide riders stay in the motel that year, this year it has been 200.  And that is only people stopping at motel.

  Having a grand time I found the charge to my big camera and shot about an hour of time lapse pictures ( about 1200 pictures).  Hoping to put on computer and get the video.

(photo by Constance)

(photo by Constance)

(photo by Jeanne)

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“We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The work is the same.”

Carlos Castaneda

Great ride out of Seeley Lake although the climb seemed hot, although temp only 72 F (21 C) must be quite humid.  Colleen had departed as planned about 6 am and returned to Boulder, Colorado and back to work as a real estate agent there.  After about 10 miles Jeanne gave up unable to keep the sweat off her glasses.  We all have bad days and she was having one, for whatever reason, and returned to town.  Was able to get ahold of James and Warren via cell phone text, when she approached town.  

Dave, Constance, Nancy and I continued on,reaching the high point shortly later and had a great ride through the forest.  A nice road.  Warren and Jeanne met us a few miles before the community of Ovando (population 50 and over a hundred dogs).  Joe and I had come across the bar there ,”the stray bullet” and had a delightful lunch and nap, with Joe falling asleep on the railing in front.  I repeated the picture of Joe substituting myself, and we had some great sandwiches, and beer.  Highly recomended.

A ride on, missing the exact turn Joe and I missed returning as Joe and I did after 1/2 mile down wrong road. Then across main highway and a wonderful ride across the ranch lands of the Blackfoot valley. Met James biking towards us. He,Warren and Jeanne had separately visited the big Nelson campground and deemed it unworthy of us. The had proceeded on the route about a mile further and taken the 100 yard side road to a hiking trailhead. Where we eventually stayed. Nancy was thrilled as it had an outhouse. Small conveniences.  

Today we four climbed huckleberry pass and descended a through a gorgeous forest of Douglas fir.  I was amazed I could not remember this area at all remembering it as another memory.  Different trip.  James, Warren, and Jeanne met us about 5 miles before Lincoln.  We held a bit of meeting in front of post office deciding where and how far to go. It was still early, about noon. Folks were concerned about 50 miles and three passes to Helena, our next planned layover day.  Joe and I did it in one day but ? 

I encouraged us to go where Joe and I had camped at poorman creek reading from my book it was the third best camp we had had.  I did remember the large number of private properties with no trespassing signs all along the route through the forest.  We decided to go for that keeping in mind the inaccessabilities of the van and truck.  11 miles later we made the turnoff for poorman creek and the vehicles were waiting at the junction.  They had driven the tiny road and turned around about a mile up the road in only place available amongst the private residences and no trespassing signs.  From looking at the map it seemed to me they were just short of where the camp was.  There was a no trespassing sign on the right but the left side looked open and flat, and we decided to stay there.  It might be possible for the vehicles to continue up the main road to stedman pass and rejoin our steeper and rougher route in 5-6 miles.  Or drive way around to Helena and return backwards to meet us.  And a mile farther was not going to make much difference to us riders, so we sat on the bridge and had a beer.  

A couple on motorcycles came by and stopped.  They were from Seattle, had been out two weeks thus far and riding what they could of the great divide and continuing on to South America.  Great talking with others  and their methods of travel.  They were not staying in motels but camping and having a great time. 250cc yamahas outfitted specifically for this trip. 

We moved up the open space a few hundred feet and set up camp.  The awning went out and tents dried, as it had rained most of last night and they were put away quite wet.  I confess I missed being at the camp Joe and I occupied when I read we had both taken wonderful bathes and had felt cleaned of the sweat, dirt and grime of the days.  This creek although clean just did not have the topography to bath.  But the gin and tonics came out and pleasant conversation ensued.  Then after about half hour a strange man appeared to say we were camped on private property.  I suspect he thought us partying hard, but discovered a bunch of “old farts” and said we could stay the night.  He explained this whole area was developed from placer mining hence the private property and his place had a water plant generating 300 watts of power.  Later James and I walked up the steam a bit and found the intake.  A 4 inch pipe with slits allowing water to then run down the 50’foot estimated height to generate his power.  

Another gourmet meal and all tired retired to tents about 7 pm. 

Day 3 out of Seeley Lake

Good night although intermittent rain again, but stopped by the time to wake up.  We wake up to the door of the sprinter van sliding open as James prepares water for coffee.  Walking about, the grass was wet but generally a nice morn.

Departed at 8:20 although a bit chilly.  Totally missed the camp Joe and I stayed at.  Good thing we did not go looking for it.  Was looking forward to seeing it again. 

Reached the top in an hour and half where van and truck were waiting with James, Jeanne, and Warren. They had hot drinks for us and a cheering section for the last 15% slope.  They had driven around to accompany us today.  

 A CDT ( continental divide trail,  a hike rather than GDMBT which is biking) hiker came along enroute to Lincoln today, another 16 miles. He does 35-45 miles a day and must return to Minnesota by 20 September for work.  Trying to get to banff before that.  Says someone took over from Sam in Hachita New Mexico, delivering water.  The biker who we met the other day who had hiked it, say Sam died a few years ago.  He was a wonderful person and had been incredibly helpful with Joe and I.

Short break and we went quickly passing the vehicles on the rough downhill.  Discovered the memory I had yesterday coming off of huckleberry was actually of today.  Dropped down through a forest onto to ranchland valley.  Grady ranch.  Then up to the second climb of day, which proved somewhat rough,, again walking a significant portion.  The vehicles were going to wait for us and meet at top, where we could all have lunch together.  Hoping to get to Helena for a rest day. The map said 9 miles to the top and the climb started 4 miles from top and the second continental divide of the day.  But the climbing started soon after leaving the valley, 9 miles before the top.

Reached the top (actually only a meadow where trail splits) about 2 p’clock.  Map said turn right but there was a private drive sign there so continued on for 100 feet where a ranger was driving about.  My GPS said I had passed the turn.  Constance came up but Dave was not to be seen.  He always waited at intersections when he was ahead, and I had last seen him just a few hundred yards ahead of me.    

Nancy arrived and we went down the road which quickly split into two.  The map said go left on the unsigned road to dog something and not Ophir and hope.  But there were no signs.  And no bike tracks.  We were pondering if Dave had gone up the road more, as it was a bit difficult to determine.  Constance, nancy and I proceeded down the left road which was steep but seemed correct and on the gps.  Quickly though after no bike tracks we stopped.  Nancy stayed there while Constance and I pushed bikes back up to the meadow. I remained there while Constance road up the road to check for Dave.  After a few minutes James and Warren came riding up the road where we had left nancy.  They had not seen Dave.  Constance returned and we pondered.  Three choices of road with numerous further choices on each of them.  Dave did not have a map. It was complicated.

Warren road his bike down to where vehicles were a short distance from where we left nancy.  He came back with truck and drove up the road where cell service was available at top and a message from Dave saying he was at top and numerous roads but do not know which one we were on.  But that was a while ago.   Getting complicated and we all came up with ideas on how to get back together with Dave.  I stayed at the meadow where wind was blowing and cold, Warren would drive a loop up to near top and come out near where vehicles were while James and Constance roads bikes down to sprinter.  

I was eating what food I had left and putting on all my clothes, when warren returned in truck saying he had message from Dave saying he was other side of marysville (10 miles off route)  and would meet us in Helena.  He did not realize the distance it was for us (another pass, and 25 miles).  Thus Warren and I decided he would take truck and go recover Dave, bringing him back to our camp which we would find just below where Vehicles were now.  

Found a superb site. Off the road on a side road and pulled in, marking the site for Warren and Dave with stick arrows and a chair.  

Thus another great day. 

Made it to Helena and exact motel Joe and I stayed at and same room with porch.  This time we have the whole house, 4 bedrooms

If you are depressed you are living in the past.

If you are anxious you are living in the future.

If you are at peace you are living in the present.
Lao Tzu

Well bummer, had a post written out covering past three days and somehow totally erased it. Of course it made perfect sense and explained the ride excellently, and was very eloquent. Such is the Internet or in this case the lack thereof. Alas. Now for reality. 

Rode out of Columbia Falls, after a delightful rest day and visit, although seemed busy and rushed. Ambled through delightful rural roads with square corners as in flat lands. Met up with our shuttle cars at prearranged site over Swan River bridge. Warren and Colleen went ahead to find a campsite in the forest. 

James was delayed in Columbia Falls with sprinter maintenance.  Remember the check engine light after Jeanne and I left anchorage and caused us such concern. That time it was in calibrated tire pressure monitors. This time it was more difficult and expensive. A exhaust port injection jet. 

Warren and Colleen had looked for a campsite in the town of Big Fork along flathead lake. Unfortunately campsites are reserved over a year in advance. Certainly no spontaneity there. A different world from the one I grew up in.  But then later I found there is a tent only site there which apparently was nice. Several groups of riders passing us told us about it, as they had stated there on a walkin basis.  But they found us a delightful spot on a closed logging or fire road, and it proved great. 

Nice thing about public land, i.e. Forest service or BLM, is that it is open for use and you can camp just about anywhere. We just crossed the boundary from private to public and found a good spot. 

Day 2 out of Columbia Falls: day 12 since departure from Banff, 5 August.

We left to begin the remaining 5 miles of 6 1/2% grade to top. Delightful and then we descended a six mile descent. We are now riding through amazing forests of larch, ponderosa pine, lodge pole pine, Douglas fir, alpine fir, and cedar trees. Much of it is spectacular old growth. Flowers continue to brighten the way and the multiple butterfly’s flit along and with us. But hit a hill we forgot to see on the map and the sun and heat hit us. Our thermometers were reading in the high 90s (high 30s C). We were dying, sweating and pondering how we missed seeing this hill which went on and on with switchback after switchback. I kept thinking if Icarus getting to close to the sun. 

Finally made the top and we turned downward again. Had told Colleen and warren to start looking at pine lake and we were dying to get there only to discover and verify it was awful for camping. Warren said 8 more miles to an awesome camp next to a stream which both he and Colleen had bathed in. 

We made it exhausted and declared it our second hardest day after Galton, Cabin passes and wigwam valley. The stream was named cold creek and it lived up to its reputation. But it felt wonderful to rinse off dusty salty clothes but by morning we found the humidity high and clothes still damp. What is that, they should be dry in minutes. But felt good putting in cool clothes this am.

Day 13. 6 August

Mapping navigation and coordinating cars and bikes on different routes. James wanted to do a hike in mission mountains wilderness area which Steve Penner said was best in area. I tried not to but could not help but talk about Clearwater lake where Joe and I camped four years ago,but is half mile off road via trail, this cars cannot get there. The town of Seeley lake is 50 miles but with two climbs between and after the day before, we determined it too far in a day, and when I mentioned a potential motel night there all jumped at that idea. Time to wash clothes. Thus two shorter days. 

And so here we are after 27 miles (44k) beside the forest road about a mile beyond Clearwater lake. The truck of Constance and Daves and the sprinter van. The van of Colleen and Warrens took them to the hike back across the valley. We are now next to the Bob Marshall wilderness area. 

Thus we have a wondrous afternoon to just contemplate life. Stopped and biked hiked into Clearwater lake where I went for a swim, fully clothed as others around. Much warmer than cold creek. Then another mile of riding to this spot picked by our intrepid shuttle drivers. Which brings me to I can’t help but think of the trip 4 years ago. I try not to compare and contrast or bring it up but I can’t help it. Now that it is a memory it was wonderful and a somewhat life changing event. I ride by places where joe and I did something and it floods my brain with memories. The heat, the bath in glacier creek, the camp at ferndale, clearwater lake, the climb up from Hollander lake. Memories, sweet memories.

But this is a different trip. As Constance said at Clearwater lake, camp in this spot with minimal lightweight gear or have a shuttle to carry our stuff including beer, gin & tonic, extra clothes, and gourmet meals breakfast and dinner. Lunches are pretty much the same: nuts, jerky, various candy bars, dried fruit. And with this shuttle we give up the freedom of stopping anywhere anytime. Who knows which is better: I guess the one at present must be best. 

But our shuttle drivers seem to be enjoying themselves.  James and the sprinter go hiking or biking nearly every day.  Yesterday went up to turquoise and glacier lakes in the mission wilderness area.  Today he drove backward on our route from Seeley Lake to the single track and rode bike up to pass then went hiking up from there.  It was beautiful there. Colleen and Warren are enjoying the country and seeing sights not normally seen when travelling.  They have their bikes and do rides almost every day, after they have driven ahead and procured a campsite wherever that might be.  Tonight it is a motel in Seeley Lake.  Same place Joe and I stayed at and same wifi password.  And least I hope those three and enjoying themselves.  

And more riders than when Joe and I were here, or more seen. Two nights ago 3 fellows from England, France, and Arizona stopped in for a beer. Next day passed by a delightful couple, from Netherlands, flying along carrying on a pleasant conversation laughing there way along. They were on day 3, we are on day 12.  I watched them fade rapidly ahead peddles just cranking at about 90 rpm. Last night two fellows from California shared our camp and 2-3 others passed us by. Busy trail. More bikers than cars. Nice and a fellow passed us who says it is his first bike ride.  Just finished the Appalachian trail and has done the continental divide trail but wanted something new.  

Another thought is that, as I was in 2012, I seem to have fallen into place as the navigator. Not because I am better or more proficient, Joe and all these folks can navigate just as easily, but I have the GPS and maps on handlebars and glasses I can read with while riding (let’s not go into the dangers which I have experienced first hand).  How far to next turn (not necessarily next junction). What is the days ride going to be like other than what is in map. Where are hidden camps. I have the map (we all have maps, the others are recent, mine are 2011), the garmin GPS with loaded routes and courses, and most scary and used the most is my memory.  I am finding I have the ability like my dad did to remember places from years ago.