With the help of a dog (Greyhound), an otter and a raccoon (Frontier Airline planes), I ended up in Jackson Hole, Wyoming Tuesday night. I opted to exchange dreary deserts for magnificent mountains and aliens for animals in seeking to bike parts of the TransAmerica Bike Trail. So far, so good. I can walk without sweating and the scenery is Wyomwonderful.
It is shoulder season in Jackson, so I’m staying in a fancy condo with two bathrooms, two decks and an electric fireplace with ample room to re-assemble my bike. The cooler temps brought back my appetite, so a Pud Thai and a local 2by4 Double IPA went down well (though I could’ve eaten two more Pud Thais…but one 2by4 more and I wouldn't have found the door.)