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CONNECTING THE DOTS
Frosty Wooldridge
More About: Entertainment: Outdoor RecreationPart 26: Bicycling the Continental Divide—Mexico to Canada—100 miles in one day
“The pure essence of adventure must be lived
firsthand. You run toward the rain, the snow, the tempest. You
appreciate sweat pouring down from your brow on a backpack
trip. That moment you crest a 14,000 foot peak, every cell in
your body savors itself because you reached the summit under your own
power. That Class V rapid fills your guts with fear and excitement
at the same time. Your ears, eyes and nose inhale the magic of the
campfire deep in the silent woods. Adventure calls to every fiber of your
being while you live your “moment” on this planet. Live it well my friend and
you will smile all the way into eternity.” FHW, Golden, Colorado
“You ready for this century?” Robert said next morning as he
packed up his tent.
“Exactly why am I riding 100 miles with you today?” I
asked.
“I think the first Mt. Everest climber George Mallory, said,
‘Because it’s there’ would cover it from my perspective,” replied Robert.
“Who am I to argue with such a legend?” I asked. “I might as
well argue against John Muir, Edward Abbey, Wallace Stegner and Thoreau.
I can’t do that so I must pedal my rear end off and make that 100 miles with
you.”
“It’s good that you represent all the senior citizens of
America,” Robert chided.
(Frosty running from a vela-raptor that feeds on cyclists
for dessert.)
From Great Falls, Montana to Browning, Montana, we faced
splendid beauty, deep rolling canyons, steep climbs and lots of pavement.
Not to mention 100 friggin’ miles!
(Robert in a field of flowers on one of our stops on the 100
mile day.)
How does it feel to pedal a bike 100 miles? On a road
bike, it’s a long day in the saddle without much expense of energy. Light bike,
no load, fun times. But on a mountain touring bike, I’m hauling 70 pounds
of gear and another 20 pounds of water, plus my bike at 30 pounds and my own
weight of 185 pounds.
Okay, I’ve done some crazy stuff in the past. I got talked
into a 200 mile day by an Australian friend, John “Mad Dog” Brown back in 1986
across Texas. We did it, too! After 17.5 hours in the saddle and
18,500 calories, we pulled into Post, Texas totally exhausted, worn out and
caked in road grime-sweat. We cranked through head winds, rain and
personal tribulations. One guy quit. At the end, John rode over to
me, “Good to ride with you, mate” and shook my hand. Our other friend,
Kevin, looked more dead than alive, but he made it.
We rented a motel room. I can say that when I finally
hit the shower, the water droplets felt like angels massaging my skin. I
dropped off to sleep for the most peaceful rest of my life.
“Let’s git ‘er done,” I said, swinging my leg over Condor’s
top tube.
(Robert in front of a tall Montana cowboy and an old mule
skinner.)
Robert and I left the church yard by 7:00 a.m. with a blue
sky and rising sun. The road proved flat for awhile, but quickly turned
to up and down, up and down. We pedaled up long passes and over enormous
grass covered plains. It felt like we pedaled across sand dunes blanketed
with deep green prairie grass. We sweated, dripped and ran dry in the
mouth. We stopped at every little town along Route 89.
You can’t help but travel in “wonder” at the Montana
landscape. Steinbeck fell in love with Montana. Me too! Clean,
fresh and wide open to your senses and your imagination.
(Frosty resting up against the tall Montana cowboy.)
We stopped in Choteau, once filled with dinosaurs and still
featuring dinosaur museums, and also A.B. Guthrie’s home who gave Montana the
“Big Sky” moniker. We stopped at a local restaurant with terrible service
and marginal food, but we filled up our water bottles and jumped back onto our
saddles.
The towns of Bynum, Miller Colony and Depuyer fell away from
our rear view mirrors without so much as a whimper. We crossed into the
Indian territory of the Black Feet.
(Robert’s and Frosty’s bikes stacked up to the flowers at a
restaurant in Choteau.)
Having already pedaled 18 passes and 2,400 miles, my legs
felt great. Amazing thing about the human body. It adapts to most
anything you challenge it with-- in your life’s journey.
By 9:30 p.m., five miles south of Browning, the sun
descended quickly toward the horizon.
“We any closer to that century mark?” I asked Robert.
“Only another half mile,” he said. “We need to get
some shots of that sunset. It’s blazing away.”
Before us, an exquisite sunset burned into the clouds and
settled into the rugged profile of the Glacier National Park Livingston
Mountain Range. Magic! Money couldn’t buy what we saw developing
ahead of us!
“We just hit 100 miles,” Robert said.
We took a few shots with Robert riding away from me and
riding toward me. If you go to his Face book page at Robert Montgomery,
you will see some of the shots he posted.
Since we rode in early summer, the sun didn’t set quickly.
It lingered ever so tantalizingly in the sky. We reached that century
mark at the “cooling hour” when the heat of the day evened-out to the sweet
spot of perfection between hot and cool. Before us, the round, golden orb
sank behind black mountain profiles. Old sol dragged the day away from us
in one last glorious color show that tinged the clouds and painted the sky with
ephemeral banners. Quiet, stillness and calm pronounced themselves on our
souls. Behind us, the silvery moon rose above the horizon from the east while a
few stars began twinkling above us in the ink black of space.
Within a few minutes, the sun carved color patches on the
edges of the clouds, and suddenly, the sky fell dark.
“Pinch me,” Robert said. “I’m blown away.”
“Make that two of us,” I said.
We pitched our tents. I slipped into my nylon home,
opened the air mattress, fluffed up the sleeping bag and dove into it.
Within seconds, I fell asleep. Robert and I lived a very good day.
(Magnificent sunset over the Rocky Mountains after a 100
mile day.)
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Frosty Wooldridge has bicycled across six continents - from the
Arctic to the South Pole - as well as eight times across the USA, coast to
coast and border to border. In 2005, he bicycled from the Arctic Circle, Norway
to Athens, Greece. In 2010, he cycled 3,400 miles coast to coast across
America. In 2012, he bicycled the northern tier coast to coast across
America. In 2013, he bicycled 2,500 miles from Mexico to Canada on the
Continental Divide, 150,000 vertical feet of climbing and 19 crossing of
passes, 10 of the Continental Divide. He presents “The Coming Population
Crisis facing America: what to do about it.” www.frostywooldridge.com . His latest
book is: How to Live a Life of Adventure: The Art of Exploring the World by
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Live well, laugh often, celebrate daily
and enjoy the ride,
Frosty Wooldridge
Golden, Colorado
6 Continent world bicycle traveler
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