Day eighteen.

From a wet forest in Montana to a mosquito infested site next to a stream in Wyoming. 80 miles.

Lots of times, if we stay the night in a US Forest Service campsite, there are bear-safe boxes where we can stash our food, but when we are “wild” camping, you have to hang your food in trees, six feet from the trunk and 12 feet off the ground.

The route put us on a lot of heavily trafficked dusty dirt roads. There was a rail trail along side it, but it was so bumpy and sandy to be unridable.

The Warm River.

These are timbers at the entrance to an abandoned train tunnel.

Our first glimpse of The Tetons, from the west. Tomorrow we will ride along the eastern shore of Jackson Lake.

Not a good sign, especially for cyclists. Notice the chunky gravel. It lasted for ten god forsaken miles.

We started the day in Montana, kisses just a bit of Idaho, and now we are in Wyoming. Next comes Colorado and finally New Mexico.