Whoa! 95 miles and my ass is chafed! I need to invest in some bike shorts. I used to think such garments were for sissies. Now I'm singin' a different tune. I rode from Bozeman MT to Mammoth Springs in Yellowstone National Park in one day. It was rad, at first I didn't think I could rock that hard in one day but as I approached it looked more and more doable. I got to Gardiner outside of Yellowstone and it started to rain, thought I might need to get a hotel which I should probibly avoid. I decided to press on and rolled into my campsite after seven hours of hard ridin'. I was dog tired and hit the sac immediately.
The bivey sac is a strange bedding choice. AImagine being inside a person sized sock made of raincoat material. There's a pole creating a slight arch over your head but otherwise you're just inside another sac. The rain hits the surface and you can feel it but the moisture doesn't penetrate...we hope.
To the west as the light begins to fade, the overcast sky becomes illuminated with an eerie yellow-orange glow. The cliffs across the valley from camp reflect the luminescence with alien splendor. I am in another world. As soon as I wrapped my camera away in rain proof sheath a lady elk comes meandering through my camp. Completely uninhibited she dallied, nibbling at the undergrowth and raising her face to kiss the rain. I wanted to take her portrait but I had just finished putting the camera away. Let it be. Some things were meant to exist in the moment. Good night. 7/3/06
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