As if towing a tire wasn’t tough enough, I had to add in a tire flipping session. The rules are you can only move the tire forward by flipping it end-over-end. That’s it. And move it 1km (0.6mi). It took me 1 hr 39 min to complete.
It had to be one of the slowest ways to move forward ever. Looking at a speed bump for 15 minutes in the distance seemingly getting no closer was both great physical and psychological training for the Antarctic experience. There, mountains and objects in the distance will take days to get to, as the air is so clear.
After being off grid for a day in the boonies, I’m connected again. I’ll have to fire up my new satellite phones soon…
In the meantime, I’m going to integrate some of the training in this video. This thing is so cool.
One of the big problems is getting my sled rig across Sastrugi. These ice sculptures provide explorers with spectacular challenges.
I need to find another tire to flip while I’m towing my regular rig. This should be a good training connection to the reality of being connected to my life support system while simultaneously shoving it across crevasses and gaps. If I break my rig, I’ll be in a world of hurt!
Riding through Grand Teton National Park is a great way to experience the landscape. Instead of being separated from the world by a car window while moving at 45 miles an
hour, enjoying the smell of sage at a reasonable pace of 14 MPH is more pleasant.
For my first ride in the park, I rode from the Moose visitor center all the way to the String Lake canoe launch. This reminded me of my trip with my brother back in the mid 90s. We rented a canoe, paddled across Jenny Lake, portaged to String and ultimately ended up at Leigh Lake. From there, we had to get the car.
Luckily for me, my brother drew the short straw. He had to walk along the Park Road all the way back to the Jenny dock to retrieve the car. It took him a couple hours of walking to get there. Countless cars passed him and not one slowed down to ask if he was okay or to inquire why someone would walk along the park road in the first place.
And, back then, there was no nice bike or multiuse path to walk on. He had to walk on the park road which is always scary.
Back in 1999, young Gabriella Axelrad, 13, was killed while riding her bike on the park road. The multiuse path connecting the town of Jackson and Grand Teton National Park is now complete in her honor. It was sad to have to have someone die to have a nice pathway to separate bicyclists, runners and walkers from traffic.
I enjoy riding in the park because bicycling allows me to experience things in a more tactile fashion. Looking at
photos and watching videos of places is very well and good but it’s still not like being there. And I photograph as well as shoot and edit videos.
That being said, there is nothing like being there and smelling the air. That is one of the reasons I am headed to Antarctica. Instead of looking at pictures and reading other people’s accounts, I want to have the experience myself. Because that continent is so otherworldly, it is difficult to get a feeling for it without actually being there.
So some people I know decided that it would be a good time to rent some kayaks and go down the Snake River. We went from Jackson Lake at the dam down to the Pacific Creek take out. All went well and I had a good time.
Then, unbeknownst to me, a photo was taken at the only moment I just happen to be looking down at nothing in particular. Somehow, it makes me look like I’m taking a nap. Not that I wasn’t paddling the whole time, mind you.
Just kidding! It was a very funny photo and we all enjoyed ourselves.
But, it sure makes me look like a slug with a beer gut. Haha!
Las Vegas comes to mind for the heat here in Jackson Hole.
Now that it’s in the low 90s, standing in the sun feels like Las Vegas hot. It doesn’t have the sizzling feeling of being in the sun in Phoenix in the summer. It’s not too far off, though.
The smoke from various fires around the region has also obscured the sky. The light is quite reddish well into the late morning. The Tetons, a mere 12 miles away, are nearly obscured. The highest peak, “The Grand”, is over 13,000 ft, too.
As is the trend with locals, discussion of the weather is a constant topic. And, as a native-born of Jackson, I’ll discuss the weather and say I hope the forecast is correct and we get some rain to wash the sky.
I feel sorry for tourists who are not getting the good views they came for. Maybe they’ll get to see some bison.
Thank goodness it is starting to get cool in the mornings here. I’m not sure how long that will last, though I hope it continues through August.
Having it be just about 45 deg in the morning and get up to 50 deg by the time I was done with my workout made me very happy. Trudging around in the beating sun is just not enjoyable. If I was training for crossing the Sahara, I would wear a trash bag the whole time just to burn myself up.
Granted, by the time I got home from the ride, my feet were quite cold. I’m going to have to get a pair of riding booties to keep this up into September. Assuming, that is, if it does not start snowing. Then in that case, I will have to revert to towing and perhaps running only.
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