Over the mountain and through the desert

We departed Laurel at Jackson Hole and after a quick walk through the town we slept on the lawn of a church near the town square. We woke up that morning to sprinklers and attempt to keep as much of our gear dry as possible. Breakfast was cream of wheat with crunch berries in a parking lot and rode out of Jackson which was fine until we hit a downpoor of rain 20 miles out. It was good way to start the whole biking process again.

Since a lot has happened since then I will go over a few things that happened en route to Texas. After the stop over in Jackson Hole we traveled over the continental divide for the first time at the togetee pass just over 9000 ft of elevation. We got snowed on for about 4 hours but with our grocery bags over our shoes and bright yellow dish washing gloves we made it over. From there we rode down into the middle of Wyoming and within minutes we were in painted rock deserts. After several hundred miles, and a few adventures in Lander we reached the town of Rawlings , Wyoming. We coincidentally met up with our old friend Aaron who happened to be driving through that area while on tour with his band. Our next destination was Boulder, Co to our next friend Becka. We had a nice stop in Fort Collins, where we couch surfed with some nice locals, tried some good vegan food and toured about the new belgium brewery then left for a quick ride down to Becka's. We spent several enjoyables days at her place and had a great time seeing the sites with her two roommates, her sister and jeremy. After potentially getting ruffied, mountain climbing the saw tooth mountains, and watching countless bad movies we left the town of Boulder. We then slowly rode down through Denver that nearly got me hit by a car and we're thrown right into a huge thunderstorm that forced us to take shelter in some random warehouse. After a few days of battleing the wind we decided to try our luck at hitchbiking. The idea started as a joke but right when 30 mph winds were hitting our face and another storm appeared on the horizon an unmarked white van stopped by the side of the road. We found out he was on his way to Amarillo our next location. Before we knew it we were hanging out with our dirver, Jerry, and his family in Texas sleeping in his fixer upper house. After a night out in Canyon with his niece and some locals we found out we could continue our hitching experience all the way to Fort Worth where we would meet some of Justin's extended family. After some house work we left with Jerry and his son and found ourselves in Fort Worth coming face to face with some more Texas hopsitality. Now I am staying at Ranch in Cleburne Texas about to shoot some skeet and hopefully see Chad in a day or two.

In case your curious we decided a ways back that we were getting poor faster than we hoped and we were running out of time for the east coast, so we decided to get as many rides as we can in Texas so as to leave time for our travels up the eastern sea board. Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors to lalazy to look back over this whole thing. The first picture up at the top is the grand tetons, the second is in the middle of wyoming during a beautiful sunset, and the last picture us jared perched on a rock up at the flat irons in Co. Hope all is well back in Newbury and if all goes to plan I might be making it all the way to Maine and still be back for Thanksgiving.
see ya

Through Montana and Rescued by Laurel

At my last post I think I was somewhere on the boarder of Idaho. That was roughly 400 miles, 10 days, and countless crazy people ago. We are at nearly 600 miles and resting in Rexburg, Idaho with our old friend Laurel who met us at West Yellowstone.
The last few days have ranged from awesome to terrible and everywhere in-between. The 12 was beautiful although not the easiest on a bike, but even with the rain and the terrible condition of the road the sites and hidden hot springs made it worth it. We ended that part of the trip with our first mountain pass through the Lolo Pass and went straight downhill to Missoula. We didn't know that it would take three very strange days to leave the town. The first night we gorged and realized to late that there was no place we could stay anywhere in town and had to come together and get a hotel. The next day was pleasant enough as we visited adventure cycling which basically is a non-profit organization for touring cyclist. Then we were picked up by some guy we met off couch surfing the whole place seemed strange at first, seeing as how all three of us were on some commune in the middle of an Indian reservation, but the place ended up being really nice and a good break from biking. We got dropped back off at Missuola in the afternoon with plans of picking up a few more supplies and taking off to get a half day. Apathy and beers stopped that idea pretty quickly, this is when we met Wolf. Wolf came huffing and puffing on bike as we drank a few tallboys at a park, he sat down by us and dedided to tell us his whole life story of drugs, murdering, and other terrible things. Aside from that he seemed like a nice guy and told us we could crash at his place, we didn't. We did go to the bars and met some nice people that let us crash on their yard. After a late morning we finally left Missoula only to have Justin and Jared forced to ride a few miles back to find Jared's gloves and camera, and Justin had to find a bike shop to fix his bike. After that we finally left the Missoula area.
Down the I-90 we traveled not much there. Stopped at Drummond the first night, it was small town but everyone was nice and the food was great. Running out of time on this computer but the rest of the way through was hard with flats in thunderstorms, running into Jersey shore party's, sleeping in baseball dugouts and being woken up to high pitched homeless people named Billy. Yesterday was tough with strong head winds but we made it to West yellowstone. And now we are hanging with Laurel going crazy all over Rexburg with plans of Yellowstone and Jackson hole. Keep you updated when more happens.