Pease Bike Adventures: Day 4

It was a cool night in Wisdom, but we slept through the massive storms. About 2:30 AM, Jordan woke and asked for his sleeping bag. At 5:45 AM, I opened my eyes to a double rainbow out the front window. By the time I got the camera out of the bag and made it outside, I had to settle for a single rainbow.

I tried to wake Jordan at 6:30 AM, as the weather was favorable. Forecast is storms late morning though late afternoon. He was pretty firm he wanted to sleep. I took the time to process the photos and videos and prepare a blog post for yesterday.

Just before 8:00 AM Jordan started to awaken from his fatigued and dead state. We prepared for the day and were on the road just before 9:00 AM. The goal today was to at least make Dillon. The ride is basically half ascent followed by decent.

Jordan stopped at Jackson to rest for 10 minutes (about 20 miles). His legs are fine, but he says his hand hurts. Really looks tired and worn. He wants to do 100 miles before the day ends which makes four consecutive 100-mile days. If successful, he would take Wednesday off as a rest day before heading to Yellowstone.

From Jackson, the steep climbs began. Fortunately the weather was holding and it was only in the high 60s. This was a huge reprieve after yesterday sweltering heat. By the time he reached to top of the climb, the clouds started for arrive.

To beat the weather he was aggressively riding down. At times he was edging toward 50 MPH. In the video below, he was doing 42 MPH, according to the Subaru speedometer. He successfully made Dillon at 1:30. That was 71 miles in less than 4 hours, over 18 MPH. Yet the weather was scary. We started seeing lighting and dark colds on both sides of the route.

He continued and there were raindrops, but nothing significant. About 15 miles out of Dillon, the road became dangerous. So I gave him a ride for about 8 miles where the road improved.

Once again, he was racing the storm. Only this time, the storm intensity was near scary. It was just after Three Forks we realized he could no longer out race the storm. He was at 100.1 miles. We loaded the bike in the car and within second, the downpour was atrocious! It was raining so hard that we had difficulty driving. I guess this was our lucky day!