The weather guys made it clear that the weather would be sunny and cool, turning hot later. They obviously did not look out our motel door. As we loaded the bikes we could see black clouds rolling in from the direction we would be traveling. We were going to be on US89 all day. Oh well, put on the rain gear for the first time this trip. We traveled along the riverbed of a steep canyon...for about an hour. Had it not been for the drizzle and 45F this might have been a four star journey. Then we started seeing lightning...not just a little but the kind of show you only like through a picture window. Then I ran out of gas. Remember the rain...remember the lightning, remember me saying that my low fuel light was coming on sooner? Well, I had that spare gallon of gas and learned that I can now only go 132 miles to no longer running. I think the pump is somehow unable to get to that last 2 gallons in the tank. This will make us stop more often but otherwise is just a minor pain.
We finally pulled over to wait out the storm. A local farmer offered us room in his barn so we proceeded to learn about the area. Item: they were snowmobiling on Memorial day! While we waited a whole heard of cows came down the highway, being herded by 5 cowboys on horseback. Cool!
Breakfast served by a lady named Suni Summers.
After breakfast we bundled up for more cold and rain. Soon the sun came out and we got to enjoy both the fantastic scenery and fine curvy roads. Along the wet we saw rafters in the Snake river. Remember that it is only 45F, we also saw the boy scout high country adventure camp, quite a big deal.
Next up was Titon Nationan Park, which led to Yellowstone National Park. We saw Bison, Elk, Grizzly Bear, Cranes, and Winnebagos. This was all very spectacular and exactly what I would want for a summer trip. Too bad we did not have the time to really soak it all in.
The trip out of the park was really spectacular.
I did not take any photos because we were suddenly under a huge black cloud.
You can see that Mr/Mrs bison can stop everyone!
Nevertheless, the scenery was like some God had carved sheer rock faces
leading down 1000 ft to the river bed where our road carved just above the raging whitewater. Honestly, it is so distracting as to rouin a great sport bike experience. We found that up until two weeks ago he parks were closed due to snow.
We finally got to the basin floor and all of a sudden it was 95F. We rode through Cody (too many tourists) and on to Greybull where we stopped for the night with a room at the Historic Hotel.
after a beer at one of the bars we had a good Mexican dinner, and then a nightcap.
Of course we had to pay our respects back at the hotel lobby and to look at the old vault.
Tomorrow promises to be just as much fun.
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