Picture: Bison with calf in Yellowstone. Hot spring in Yellowstone.
At breakfast at the campground, I ordered two pancakes. This was a real mistake because a single pancake covered the large plate on all sides. I tried eating both cakes anyway, but there was no way! We broke came and headed to West Yellowstone on Rte. 287, but on the way realized, too late, that I had a case of diarrhea. It took me half an hour to clean up and get back on the road. Tom, who was far ahead, as usual, had already arrived in West Yellowstone by then, and had been calling me for a while, but I was in a no service area. I explained the situation when I arrived, feeling weak and tired.
We stopped at the Yellowstone Visitors Center where I bought a senior pass for the National Parks, and we made reservations for the Canyon Campground for three days. We biked the additional 40 miles but I felt very weak, both from the diarrhea, from the increasing altitude, and the hill enroute to Canyon Campground. I had to stop and rest every half-mile or so, and then I was very frustrated at the sign that said, “steep grade, next three miles.”
Luckily, Tom found a couple with a pickup truck who stopped, and loaded me, and my bike and gear into their truck, and then drove me, and later Tom, who was well ahead of me, to Canyon CG.
I didn’t get their last names, but the kind couple who picked us up were Robin, and Dave. They were both in their early 60’s, and Robin was driving. Dave, who was recovering from a stroke, was the passenger. Dave could not speak very well, but seemed very alert, mentally. I offered them both gas money, but they thanked me and refused. Yet, another pair of trail angels!
Tom built a fire, but I just built my tent and crawled in, where I remained, mostly for the next two days.
Carol arrived later than she thought she would in her rented Nissan station wagon. Still weak, I stayed in the tent, and greeted her from inside the tent.
Mileage for the day, about 66 miles, mostly uphill
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