Listening to the news we were a little worried as we pulled out in the morning. The forecast was for scattered thunder storms and we were planning to ride over Bear Tooth Highway Pass at 10,947 feet, and I had heard the road was under some heavy construction…Turned out the weather gods were with us and with the construction halted for the holiday weekend we ended up having a fantastic ride over.
The views from the road up were so spectacular you could hardly your eyes on the road to make the next 20 mph turn up the switch backs. About 15 – 20 Miles from Red Lodge there an overlook that affords all the views you were trying to see while craning your neck and trying not to ride off the edge… =P
As we neared the top we found ourselves leaving Montana and venturing into Wyoming. There was
construction at the top but the construction areas, mostly dirt and thin asphalt were hard packed and dry. The view from the top was worth any inconvenience! Glaciated mountain tops, crystal clear pools of glacier water, and miles of spectacular scenery to either side made me wish we had more time to spend maybe exploring a little. But this was just the beginning of our day.
As we descended the switch back mountain road turned into one with comfortable sweeping corners that was actually quite fun to ride. We found a small waterfall at the side if the road and stopped for a quick picture. Just before the road entered Yellowstone we found ourselves winding just slightly back in Montana for a few miles but that would not last long.
We entered Yellowstone at the North East Gate where we had been warned of more construction but they had all but lined the black top in this area so there was nothing of note.
Not long after entering we got our first glimpse of herds of Bison off in the distance. The vast plains by the gate are inviting to many herds but we were a little late in the day to see more then just the Bison and a small group of Pronghorn.
Our first stop in the park would be the northern falls of the park then on to Mammoth Hot Springs .
A few Bison thought we were going to fast so they decided to take traffic matters into their own hands. The first never did get out of the way so much as he moved over slightly and let us pass. 2 more later were spooked by a large delivery truck and went rambling off the road in a panic.
After the Bison we thought the bikes needed a quick cleaning so we found and afternoon storm complete with hail. It was really not that bad since the weather was somewhat warm, I had my rain jacket on, and it only lasted maybe 3 -4 minutes.
Stopping at Mammoth Hot Springs was our first experience with the geothermal aspect of the park. It was really amazing to see how the heated water, bacteria, and minerals interacted to create a weird and wonderful landscape. I thing what struck me most was the way it seemed to be consuming the area around it. A fine twig of plant lands in the water and it is covered in what looks like crystals in no time. Tree tops (dead) of trees once 30 feet high stick out of the area maybe 4 – 6 feet.
We then ventured down to Norris Geyser Basin where we took a short tour of some smaller geysers like Showboat which erupts in rapid succession (though can have a huge eruption every 4 – 6 years). We also saw one that erupts when it feels like it…it was not erupting for us. There was a longer walk there but it was getting late, the skies were looking more ominous, and we wanted to get to the hotel so we headed toward the hotel.
On the way to the hotel below the park we passed Virginia Cascades, Yellowstone Lake, and several features and water falls we would not get back too on this trip, because to the south we found more construction and that would impede or trip some.
Just below the southern gate we found ourselves in a light rain. It appeared from the skies that we had managed to miss a larger rain that had pushed through earlier. Getting dark from the clouds as well as the waning evening sun we found ourselves on 6 miles of dirt, mud, and gravel.
The road construction had been halted for the holiday weekend but the road was not in prime motorcycle riding condition by any stretch of the imagination. What might have been an OK but rough road dry was a slimy mess for our crossing. Nothing like feeling a 900 lb bike fish tailing along in the mud and gravel, its enough to make you chant “OH CRAP, OH CRAP” in a stronger language over and over. To me it was right down scary…even Brad was not feeling great about needing to cross it to get back into the park the next day. Our feeling was if it’s going to rain we would skip the rest of the park completely rather then brave that road wet again.
Arriving at Jackson Lake Lodge we were right down exhausted from our ride out of the park. We found the restaurant(s) had a quick meal, which was the usual expensive crappy park food, and headed to bed.