We killed those Rockies! 

Made it through our highest pass yet 9800ft! It was a little scary camping in the mountains since we knew hungry mean grizzly bears were hiding somewhere in the night. We took every precaution to avoid an encounter: cooking away from camp, locking our panniers in a big metal bear box, not sleeping in our cooking clothes, 30ft bear spray in holster. We looked pretty ridiculous sitting around the campfire in our spandex.  Spandex Wilderness People! Our way back to camp after dinner was dark soulless trail of terror. Joe sang the bear song "Don't eat us bears, we don't taste good, got my bear spray in my pocket whoa there bears" and I played harmonica.  I thought I heard a "RAHrrrrr" in the middle of the night in the distance but it was probably just an elk calling his b*tches.

In our camp near Dubois, WY on some public land near the Windy River, we had to worry about black bears and rain as well.  As we tried to build a rain shelter and hang our food from a tree before dark I carelessly leaned my bike on its drivetrain side and broke my derailleur hanger! Booooo! I took out some chain links, picked a speed and turned the ole touring bike into a single speed. 

I was tempted to put on my skinny jeans, trash my helmet and tie on my hipster bandana.

Because I'm such a badass, I hauled 200-some lbs with one gear 75 miles, into the wind, standing to pump up killer hills to Riverton, WY.  We stopped in a local watering hole to get out of our costumes and get some internet. Little did we know we had entered into the home of the Ugly Mother F'ers a local biker bar. 

Since we were bikers as well, we hit it off with the locals!  We shared some beers and laughs.

 June and Scooter we love you!!!  

June, the bar owner, let us crash on the futon out back.

Great times!