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| Our day started with a breakfast of bagels, lunch box pies,
and coffee at the Flagg Ranch store. It wasn't what we had hoped
for, but it should get us through the early morning hours.
About 5 miles into our ride we entered the Grand Teton National Park. We came to a clearing in the woods and there they were, the magnificent Grand Teton Mountains. Rearing up out of the sagebrush-covered flats of Jackson Hole, and topped by 13,770-foot Grand Teton, these mountains were an awesome sight. Words and pictures cannot do justice to a description of the picture we saw. All we could do was stand there with our mouths open and take in the sight. Hatchett Grill was at the base of the climb to Togwotee Pass so we stopped to have a second breakfast. Transam rider Mike McCoy was there eating as well and we joined him at his table. It was an enjoyable time of sharing stories and getting ready for the mountain ahead of us. It was a long, tough 9 miles to the summit of Togwotee Pass. We took a break at the top enjoying the scenery and conversation with a family that were heading for the Tetons. We couldn't help but describe the emotions we felt when passing through there earlier today. Once over the top we had a great 31 mile downhill ride, with the wind, into Dubois. It took us an hour and a half! While on the way down we met a family of four on a bicycle built for four heading west on the Transamerica Trail. What a great time this family from Vermont was having! We didn't hear any negative comments from the two pre-teen boys either. We camped for the night at Circle-Up Camper Court, in Dubois, along with 7 other cross country cyclists, 6 of which were going west. It's always nice to talk to west bounders and get information about upcoming facilities. Dinner tonight was at the Cowboy Cafe, and what a feast it was.
The chicken dinner with salad, huge baked potato, and dinner roll was
excellent, but the best was yet to come. As we ate we noticed some
folks next to us having dessert so we asked the waitress what it
was. She said, "Oh, it's just our pie a-la-mode."
Well it didn't look like any pie a-la mode we had ever seen. We
ordered some for ourselves and when it came it was the largest piece of
homemade blueberry pie you could ever imagine covered with so much ice
cream you could hardly see the pie. The "feast" was
dripping off the sides of the plate. WOW! It was the best pie
a-la-mode we had ever eaten!
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