Friday, July 18, 2014

A close call

Originally posted July 19, 2004 by Chad

We left Yellowstone National Park this afternoon, after waiting out a big rainstorm all morning. We're in Grand Teton National Park now, and will meet Margaret's father tomorrow. He is going to ride with us from Jenny Lake to Afton, Wyoming. Not bad for a man of 35.
We had a close call today. Just after leaving Yellowstone we came to a four-mile section of road construction. For one mile, traffic was restricted to just one lane. There was a flagger there that told us we would have to wait for the pilot truck to return and we would have to throw our bike in the back and get a ride. We had come over 1400 miles by our own muscles and didn't want to take a ride unless we absolutely had to. It would be an asterisk on our trip--"one mile was in the back of a truck". Fortunately, when the pilot truck arrived it was clear to everyone that there was no way our bike would fit in the back. We got to lead the line of cars through the construction, and we all felt better about ourselves.

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