come on and take a free ride

Greetings from Pinedale, Wyoming! After a trip to Jackson, we hitchhiked back to the route and continued on down the road refreshed as can be, thanks to the amazing hospitality of the Resor clan.

[with Story and Felicia Resor when they dropped us off in town.]

[near Moran Junction, with the beautiful Tetons in the background.

p.s. thanks Daddy, Mommy, and Sarah for the gift at the post office!]

Once we got up near Togwotee Pass, we discovered the infamous construction zone that everyone in the area seems to bemoan and avoid. We were not allowed to ride through a ten-miles stretch of the area, so we had to ride in the Pilot Car that escorted vehicles through the area (see video at bottom of post). We also were not able to ride the dirt road up to Brooks Lake, which was unfortunate and meant that we had to ride more miles on pavement; the road was blocked off due to TNT near the junction. I guess you could say that we had an easy climb up and over Togwotee Pass, our 8th continental divide crossing of the journey. One fun fact of adventure intersection: Matt and I have each ridden this pass in 2006 when we both took cross-country cycling trips (him on a bike and I on a unicycle).

["8" from the back of a truck over Togwotee Pass (9,658')

[loving life at 30 mph!]



[back in the saddle, we descend with the view of a glimmering sunset on the Pinnacle Buttes]

No doubt, the landscapes and challenges on this journey have been tremendous. However, rivaling their greatness are the people we have met. I may sound like a broken record, but each expression of gratitude is sincere and immense.

[The Neutra family stopped to chat and inquire about our journey. Pictures and trying to sit on the unicycle were a must. Matt, Colleen, Marian, Eliot and Gabrielle, it was great to meet you!]

"Trail Angels" Dave and Jo-An Martin fed us refreshments and refilled our water at their cyclists-only hostel, even though we arrived unannounced. I think the reality of the "unicycle" part of our journey didn't really sink into their perception of our adventure until we mounted up and rode down their driveway up toward Union Pass.

[Jo-An, Dave & Wrigley (dog) Martin]

[big climb up Union Pass brought stunning views of the Wind River valley]

["9" at Union Pass (9,210')]

... and ... happy birthday to me! I just turned 26 yesterday and it proved to be an excellent day, indeed. Just after I awoke, I heard footsteps coming over to my tent and began to see a yellow glow on the other side of the tent wall. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Matt began to sing. He brought a blueberry muffin with candles that spelled out "26" and a card addressed "To Grace, Destroyer of Miles." To top it off, he included a cinnamon roll in the birthday breakfast. Talk about being spoiled! It helped broaden my smile that had become more a look of surprise when I discovered ice lining the inside of my tent and part of my sleeping bag. Yep, the cold has come!!

[What more could a girl want?

Oh yeah, and saw two bull moose hanging out in some Aspens early that morning!]

On our continued descent from Mosquito Lake (aptly named) to the Green River, we each made a "Three Ocean Cocktail," which consisted of water from three streams that are the headwaters leading to the Atlantic Ocean, Pacific Ocean, and the Gulf of California. Just add Tang, and it was a treat.

[birthday cocktail... and an advertisement for roll: bike shops, heehee]

[mudflap says: "Big, Beautiful Wyoming" - oh, the things we find on the side of the road]

We continued rocking our descent into Pinedale, stopping for a wonderful cafe breakfast at "The Place" along the way. Just outside of town, a lady named Kathy Raper stopped us who had seen us earlier that morning on the road. We got to talking and found out that her daughter is a Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma survivor, and she helps with an organization called "Kicking Cancer," which aids families with costs of cancer treatment that health insurance doesn't cover. Just when we were intolerably parched, she offered us water and (gasp) ice, and made plans to take us to dinner. Not only did she treat us to an amazing Mexican food dinner, but she brought us angel food cake, berries, and whipped cream to enjoy as a dessert on my birthday. Dang!! Her generosity extended much further than just the tangible gifts, and we are so thankful for her encouragement, enthusiasm, and all the work she is doing in the community to help others battling cancer. Thanks again, Kathy!!

[with Kathy at Fremont Lake, one of the deepest lakes in North America, just on the north end of Pinedale.]

And, of course, the video of glee getting to ride in the back of a truck over Togwotee Pass:

Well, that's life from the road. We are preparing to take on the worst (best?) of the Great Basin and are trying to get creative in ways to carry more water on our unicycles, not on our backs.

Rock n roll!

Yours truly,

Team Blazing Saddle Sores

layin' the hammer down

greetings from: Jackson, Wyoming
housed by: the amazing, incredible, ever-hospitable Resor family
miles ridden: ~1,040!
most miles ridden in a day: 70
# of continental divide crossings: 7
# of books I've read (mostly while riding): 2
# of elk herd sightings: 3
# of bear sightings: 2
# of moose sightings: 3
# of snake sightings: 2
# of badger sightings: 1
# of animal intestine segments isolated from any creature, found on the trail: 1
# of Wal-Mart sightings: 0

Wow. What a couple of weeks. we have encountered all sorts of extremes in regard to terrain, weather, sleeping conditions, and more. First of all, we would like to extend heartfelt thanks to Matt and Mary Cohn of Helena, MT, for their hospitality during our stay in Helena. At a post office, Matt C. stopped us to ask if we were "the unicyclists" riding the Great Divide. As it turns out, he had heard of us when he rode the Canada section of the route just after we had passed through. Later, we had (a freshest of fresh) dinner with them and their friends who also had seen us earlier in our journey, in Big Fork, MT.

As the world continues to shrink, our perspectives expand as we encounter extreme experiences. We have finished riding through Montana: a milestone that gave us the confidence in our ability to complete the entire journey, as the state boasts some of the most difficult terrain of the trip (so we've heard...).

[Lava Mountain Trail between Helena and Butte, MT.
"Intense" is the word.]

[rigorous climbs reward us with stunning scenery, even if we're fogged in.]

We have made a point of stopping at informative signs along the route, some of which are interesting. Just after this (fifth) continental divide crossing, we rolled into Butte, MT, "the richest hill on earth." A sign at an overlook informed us that "booze, women, and gambling were common activities" back in the day.

["5" (roman). unfortunately, riding on an interstate for this one.]

Our stay in Butte was a pleasant one, and we are grateful to The Outdoorsman bike shop for their services, friendliness, and donation of a well needed water bottle. The Outdoorsman is owned by the Leipheimer family. For those of you who follow the Tour De France, Levi Leipheimer is a famous bicyclist who competes in those big-time bike races. His brother, Rob, helped us during our stay in Butte, and my world shrank once more as I discovered that he used to work at the same bike & ski shop in Davis, CA that I have worked at: Ken's Bike & Ski.

[Matt and I hang out with some kids at the park in Butte who wanted to try out our unicycles.]

["6." From Butte, the route began to open up into wider, more vast landscapes.]

The cows are everywhere. Even as we slept, they tricked us into thinking they were bears seeking our food.

[ it happens.]

[a non-unicycling sort of balance.]

[Matt, rolling into a vast valley.]

[the downhill gets steeper....]

[on the really steep stuff that leaves room for shenanigans, I save my knees from some impact by riding in quick switchbacks.]

[ascending Mt. Fleecer, approaching a notoriously steep downhill section. The guide book recommends ignoring trail etiquette by departing the actual trail, and walking in a switchback pattern down through the sagebrush. Matt and I were slipping just walking downhill, and had no chance of riding the last quarter-mile of the descent.]

[yes, fellow Great Divide riders, the answer you've all been waiting for: we were able to descend most of Mt. Fleecer. (honestly, he's grabbing his brake)]



[another non-unicycling sort of balance.]

[cows in the morning light of a Montana meadow.]

[a short stretch of highway leading toward the Medicine Lodge-Sheep Creek Divide.]

[got salt?]

A 70-mile day brought me to Lima, MT. That's right, a whopping 70 miles, followed by only 5 hours of sleep, warranting a rest day. The Mountain View Motel is a haven for long-distance cyclists and hikers; another cyclist and several Continental Divide Trail thru-hikers made the stay jovial and entertaining. Here's a shout out to our new friends: Neil (Bubbles), Numbskull, Dirty Bird, Panda and Valley Girl! And, a cook-your-own-steak joint in town ain't so bad either. A vicious storm rolling through inspired us to take the entire day off, leaving us with incredible company and a double rainbow to boot.

[after Lima, the surroundings quickly morphed into an empty expanse.]

[post-storm sunset.]

[We have been early birds lately, often starting our riding at first available light. I always make sure to pack myself some breakfast pastries, or other morning delights, to motivate myself to get up that early.]

[We watched a band of cowboys round up the bulls from a pasture in the Red Rock National Wildlife Refuge, a home to the recovering trumpeter swan population.]

[Aspens are my favorites.
Nearby, we saw trumpeter swan mates and their young cygnet.]

["7" - and into Idaho!
Red Rock Pass 7,120 ft.]

[What would a state line be without climbing the sign?
Thanks, Mark, for chatting and taking our picture!]

["it takes balls this big to live here" - Sawtelle, Idaho]

The last bit of riding in Montana, and most of the non-paved portions of Idaho and Wyoming thus far, have been jarring. Let's just say that there have been multiple days of wearing double-layer chamois shorts, wishing for smooth terrain. Unpredictably, some of the more maintained roads are the worst, due to the grading process; smoothing the road for cars often means making the gravel impossible to avoid. Then add washboard. It makes me wince just thinking about it. Thankfully, we had a fun crowd to hang out with in Sawtelle, Idaho (near Island Park and Mack's Inn): Slow Joe, Randy, Delmont, et al. Yeti, thanks for letting us sleep on the floor of your hotel room; and Daniel, keep on truckin' - can't wait to see you down the road!

A notorious section of trail is along a rail-trail through Idaho. Rail trails are old railroad beds that have been turned into recreation trails; this particular one is used by everything from hikers to ATVers. The latter tear up the trails quite badly.

[crossing the Big Springs River at dawn.]




[About 10 miles of the rail trail is deep, sandy volcanic soil. It is difficult on a bike and nearly treacherous on a unicycle, though we were able to ride the whole thing (but not without casualty).]

This particular day was simply not my day. For me, it was the worst day of the trip thus far. I woke up very sleep-deprived. I fell down early in the morning and busted my knee, complete with blood dripping down my leg. A mosquito bit me in the only spot I had not applied bug repellent - on the top of my foot - when I took off my shoe to empty it of invasive volcanic soil. I lost my only other pair of socks. My seat pain heightened. I spent several moments curled up on the ground due to severe pain in my abdomen. At the end of it all, I could not eat the dinner I had so eagerly anticipated because it was way too spicy. And so I was reminded of the differences between adventures and vacations. But the day was not all bad: we were offered a ride into an off-route town shortly after the storm reached its worst (thanks, Paul!), the rail trail ended in amazing scenery, and we were not bothered by the black bear Matt saw dash across the road in front of us.

[my poor knee after taking a good fall into the volcanic soil.]

[riding along the Warm River.]

Riding up out of the Warm River canyon, a storm hit hard. It was raining buckets, and as we reached an open expanse at the top of the climb, lightning and thunder were simultaneous directly ahead of us. the lightning was hitting repeatedly only a few hundred yards away, but directly in our path. I didn't want to do CPR, nor have it done to me, so we turned around to find shelter, and hitchhiked off-route to nearby Ashton, ID.

[the Grand Tetons! just about to be smothered by the storm.]

[help! sideways rain, gusty wind, lightning, thunder, and having to turn back from the ridge.]

[Reusing our labels & box, and reapplying our packing tape that we most clearly bought up in Canada.
This is our "bounce box," a box of various supplies, town clothes, and battery chargers we send ahead to ourselves to post offices in towns along the way.]

[gummi bears: a staple in my diet.]

[Wyoming. yesssssss!]

[Indian Lake, just inside the Wyoming border. Except for the small portion of water we could see, the entire lake was covered thickly with vibrant, green lily pads. I have never seen such an amazing lily pad invasion.]

[same lake, with a camera flash.]

[Waking up to a foggy Grassy Lake Reservoir wasn't the worst thing in the world, even though I hardly slept all night because of numb feet.]

[a Wyoming unicycle.]

Nearing Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks meant two things: frequent photography and witty comments. One game we've been playing with the copious amounts of people taking pictures of us was to take pictures of them taking pictures. It usually results in everyone having a good chuckle.

Meeting The Watts family was a highlight of the day; they were really encouraging and supportive of the cause. They also play the bagpipes, which makes them that much cooler.

[Jose, Makayla, Luis, Matt, me, and A'Lisa, with the Tetons in the background.]

[the Grand Tetons across Jackson Lake in Grand Teton National Park. however, we couldn't see them because of the storm clouds - good thing we got good pictures from the Idaho side!]

As we finish up a day of recuperation in Jackson, Wyoming, at the welcoming abode of Bill, Story, Avery, and Felicia Resor (went to Duke with Avery), we feel so spoiled and cared for by their hospitality. There's something to be said for food that can't be found at convenience stores (a rarity for us).

Spare time lately has been stuffed full of tasks, including sewing projects, attaching pieces of flare, finding ways to carry less gear, washing clothes in streams, and eating very frequently: The Appetite has arrived. While we ride, we often think get creative with how we will next fill our water bottles or find a place to sleep. During the nights, I have battled overheating and overcooling, each leading to restlessness and sleep deprivation.

And such is the nature of adventures: journeys with unknown stepping stones and outcomes.

Rock n Roll!

Yours truly,
Team Blazing Saddle Sores

p.s. Sorry if the satellite tracker link on the main website has not been working; we don't know what is wrong with the transmittance, and are sending out messages that should post at least once daily. We hope the problem fixes itself - it's a SPOT thing, and out of our control.... thanks for your patience!