It was a cool morning which helped. Beautiful meadows filled with sage and lupine surrounded us. And then a not so intimidating hill. We both gave it our best, but found ourselves walking again. We nearly missed the "turn", which was just a slightly worn track in the grass to a short section of dilapidated fence. Then the decent. Again, we couldn't see the big deal, but found ourselves walking zig-zag through the sage to get down the rock strewn steep descent. The fragrance given off by the sage underfoot was wonderful. It made it all more bearable. After a quarter mile, we were back on our bikes flying down a well worn path. Unfortunately the fun was exchanged for disgust when we couldn't avoid the numerous and trail covering diarrhea patches from a nearby herd of cows! Our bikes, legs and bags were covered! Thank goodness there was a stream nearby where we gave everything a bath.
The ride into Wise River was uneventful. There Silas and Sarah were waiting. Silas rode with us from this point to Little Joe Campground, a 20 mile hilly road ride through beautiful canyons on the National Scenic Highway. We came across historic homesteads, and even a dedication to a young settler who came to this country at 13, and made a meager life panning for gold and farming. We saw the graves of his family before us.The entire ride we were under the threat of a big thunderstorm, and spent the last 2 miles racing into the camp getting soaked all the while. Fortunately, Daren had his trusty tarp, so while we were waiting for Sarah to show after fueling up and getting groceries in Dillon, we were covered.
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