Day 41 Canyon to Grant Village 69km

Today's blog is written from the haven of the Grant Village cafe, where light, warmth, hot chocolate and a sneaky power plug offer us the perfect place to watch the rain come down in sheets from a grey sky that stretches horizon to horizon. But despite this we are feeling exceptionally lucky, after the best, and last, day in Yellowstone. A mild morning greeted us and we left Canyon by way of following the Yellowstone river upstream to Yellowstone Lake. This winding waterway attracts more than just tourists, we joined the Canada geese, herds of hundreds of bison and (from a very safe distance) a mother grizzly and her two cubs! We had not just the wildlife to be amazed by, the scenery was just beautiful, the intensity of the blues and greens, the smell of the wildflowers and sage, the immensity of the lake and always the soaring peaks of the mountains. We even had time to rescue the belongings of another cyclist/camper who trusting in the shining sun set up his tent without the fly and left to explore, seeing the black clouds roll in, hearing and feeling the thunder we quickly completed the set up of his tent, before sheltering from the initially brief but heavy hail storm. Emerging with the sun who should we see across the campsite but a very proud (and rightly so) elk


And too late to save his tent, but thankful to his "tent angels", Jeff from Seattle, who has a month to go in his epic transamerican cycle trip from Florida. So although the break in the rain was to be short lived, we are feeling pretty damn lucky! - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad