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Our cozy cabin at Colter Bay Village
We woke up later than usual today.  You know how good it feels to be under warm blankets in a cold bedroom.  I slept soooooo good last night.  Sleet fell against the tin roof over our heads.  The wall heater would "pop" and start crackling when our room would get too cool.   These sounds were soothing to me, kind of like waves washing on the shore.  The sun was up and shining brightly; I could hear Janice and Randy stirring around in their room.  It was time to get going.  Snow was visible up on the rocky mountain tops and it was cold outside.  We ate a very good breakfast at the village restaurant, loaded our bags, and started on our way home.
This would be our eighth day on the road and the beginning of the end.
Clouds over the Tetons
  We were going to be sleeping in our own bed in four days come hell or high water.  But our "vacation" would continue until we pulled our bike into our garage at home.   As we rode south on Highway 191 towards Jackson, the mountain peaks of the Teton Range were rising from the valley floor on our right.   The craggy gray face of these majestic mountains were set against a sky of blue.  Beautiful.  On a clear day, the Tetons are visible from 150 miles in every direction.  French Canadian fur trappers, approaching from the west, named the tallest peaks "Les Trois Tetons" ~~ the three breasts.  Today the Range itself and three separate peaks ~ Grand Teton, Middle Teton, and South Teton ~ bear this name.

Highway 191 was busy this morning.   The weather was cold and the air was crisp and clear.   Cars and other motorcycles were zipping up and down the road, traveling to and from the popular town of Jackson Hole.   The valley floor was spotted with elk who were oblivious to all the hurried travelers passing so close.   Jackson held no interest to us.  Everything looked over-priced and we stopped only long enough to fill up our gas tanks.   We continued to ride south and the miles clicked off one by one.   The sun was climbing high and the temperature was warming up nicely.    Once we left Jackson in our rearview mirror, the traffic virtually disappeared and we were again riding alone.

All around us on both sides of the road were flat plains with jagged mountain tops in the distance.    About every 75 miles or so, we would come into a small town with one traffic light and lots of muddy pickup trucks and four-wheelers.  This was prime elk and deer country and the hunting season was already open.  The folks in these little towns profited from all the out-of-state hunters that congregated here during the fall.  We were hungry for lunch and started looking for a cafe or restaurant.   Experience has taught us to watch for the parking lot with the most cars.  That is where we have always gotten the best food.  Sure enough, we found a great little cafe with good home-cooked meats, vegetables, and desserts.  Yum.

Our sleep-in this morning was causing us to run behind.  When we came into Rock Springs, Interstate 80 East would help us make up some time.  Now the miles were passing by much quicker and it would be possible to get into Laramie before dark.   All alongside the interstate were these funny looking fences that reminded me of the wooden slat barrier fences on the beaches in Florida.  Except these were taller and usually in rows of three or four.   Later I learned that they served as snow barriers for cattle.  It seems that the snow would pile up in high drifts behind these barriers and offer some protection from the strong winter winds.  

Everything was going along just fine and then ~ we were drifting towards the shoulder of the road.   I waited a bit and, thankfully, Jerry pulled us back into the middle of our lane.  Not much time passed and we were drifting again.  "Jerry, what are you doing?"  I then banged with my fist on the top of his helmet.   After eating lunch and with a full belly, my husband had decided to take a nap at 80 mph on I-80.  You see, when we travel to the mountains, he has trouble sleeping in the higher elevations.  Red Lodge was 5,500 feet; Cooke City was 7,600 feet; Colter Bay was 6,800 and we were now traveling across the high plains of Wyoming.  Poor Jerry was desperate for some good sleep but this just wasn't a good time to nod off! 

After we settled into our room at the Laramie Holiday Inn, he figured we had ridden far enough to have dropped out of the higher elevations and he would get a full eight hours of sleep tonight.  WRONG!  Laramie is home to the University of Wyoming Cowboys and is situated on the  high plains at an elevation of 7,200 feet.  Sigh.  No sleep tonight for Jerry.  Maybe tomorrow.

sylviandavid says:
wow.... exciting when jerry nodded out.....yikes
Posted on: Jan 25, 2008
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Our cozy cabin at Colter Bay Villa…
Our cozy cabin at Colter Bay Vill…
Clouds over the Tetons
Clouds over the Tetons
photo by: esterrene