Rolling at times, otherwise broadly sweeping upward and tumbling back down; the Great Divide is quite rideable, until Galton Pass. First a section of grassy “singletrack” signalled by a Rivendellian rock cairn and an animal skull is only sometimes rideable; then, a steep, muddy ascent is a challenge to hike with even a moderate touring load. Finally, the first real climb of the route up to Galton Pass is uneasily tempered on the backside by a 3300 ft descent over 8 miles. In short, it got dirty and fun today.
Elk Pass, Cabin Pass, Galton Pass…
I rolled into one of BC’s user-maintained campsites along the Bighorn River last night, and was welcomed by fly-fishermen offering beers– godly, in a place a day away from beers in any direction.
Doc, is a biologist working for various parties as needed, and often travels to consult or collect samples. He knows how to identify and preserve once-living things, and has a passion for the unfiction in the world. He has a keen ear, and can turn a few words into wisdom.
Mack is a cartoonist by trade, despite formal training in economics. He is a serial generalist, always has a way of making things sound alright, and admires Doc greatly. “We really should do something nice for Doc.”
A sweet Tuesday.
The descent from Galton Pass required some active pressure management– the valsalva maneuver, or “forced exhalation against a closed passageway”.
Montana greets me with unfamiliar dry heat, and big skies.