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Published: August 12th 2008
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Jackson Hole Lookout
Pat, just outside of Jackson Hole at the lookout Today is Saturday Aug. 2nd
Broke camp, and headed back down the treacherous little road to the Highway.
Road into Railey and got gas.
Met some bikers from Idaho. Rode on into Wyoming with them.
Stopped @ a lookout spot just above Jackson Hole and took pictures.
While we were there, a huge group of bikers rode in. It was great, there were bikes everywhere.
Didn't stop in Jackson Hole, went on into Teton National Park instead.
While we were getting ready to go through the check in station, we met some bikers from New Zealand. There were several of them, here for 7 weeks. After the Tetons, and Yellowstone, they're headed for Sturgis, then to the East Coast for the 105th. Right On. Sounds like a lot of fun!
Visited the Chapel of Transfiguration. It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. As I walked into the little chapel, I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit come over me, and it made me feel like I needed to get on my knees and sob. I went to the front near the altar, and had to catch my breath at the
Riding In
Riding in toward the Chapel view through I saw through the window. There was a cross on the little pulpit, and it sits right in the center of the window view with one of the Teton Mountains in the back drop. I've never seen such a beautiful mountain range. The colors are extraordinary, and the feeling is so peaceful.
After we left the Chapel of Transfiguration, we went on up the road and saw a Cow and Calf Moose. On up a bit from there was a larger Moose. No antlers, just a huge dang Moose!
Saw alot of tourists that weren't too bright too! A whole group of them went down to the water's edge where the Moose and her Calf were eating, and started taking pictures and making alot of noise. The Cow got real nervous, and moved away from the crowd of people. She got pretty pissed off too because she circled around and layed her ears back.
We figured that was our cue to get out of there, so off we went again.
We also saw geese, ducks, elk, deer, and chipmunks.
We looked for a camping spot in the park, but everything was full, so
we stopped @ the Chapel of the Sacred Heart and took more pics.
Decided to go on out of the Park, and find a camp site while we still had daylight.
We found a Campground out in the middle of basically nowhere. The Camp Ground was a mule camp, and it was called Turpin Meadow CG. The valley it was in was called Buffalo Valley.
There were grizzly warnings all over the place. It made me feel a little nervous, but I asked if any bears had been reaported around our camp area, and they said no. We were told that at a place called Pierce Creek was extra busy with Grizzles and wolves this year though. Glad we weren't there!
Made me feel better.
Decided to make camp, but only stay for one night here.
Chuck, Pat, and Corrie walked down to the river. Chuck took his fly pole, and fished a little. Got one bite, but no fish. The bugs were horrible! They came back to camp, and we decided to go back up the road and have dinner.
We ate at the only place there in Buffalo Valley. It was a rustic old house
Chapel Arch
The Arch has seating on both sides. We took advantage of the shade, and sat a bit taking in the fantastic scene. made into a restaurant. The history of the house was written on the backside of the menus. It was famous because a Sheriff had been shot in cold blood there by a pretty wiley dude who had regular run ins with the law.
The owners there were old bikers, and were nice to talk to. Most of us tried their Buffalo Burgers. They were fantastic.
Tammi, Corrie's girl friend, got sick to her stomach on the ride home from the Buffalo Cafe. She seems to get sick to her stomach alot.
She felt better after getting back to camp, and relaxing a little.
Chuck found some firewood at a vacant camp spot, and loaded his bike up with it for us. He makes the best camp fires!
We sat around the fire for a long time gabbing. We talked and laughed about Jeff Dunham, Peanut, Sweet Daddy D, Walter, Achmed, and Jose Jalapeno...on a stick.
There were several little kids having a blast riding bicycles back and forth near our camp. They were from Idaho. They stopped and talked to us a little, and started doing wheelies for us. One of them biffed it pretty hard, but
wasn't about to let on just how much it hurt.
There were alot of mule and horse camp outfits too. We could hear the people who ran the outfits giving lessons to a bunch of city slickers. They were all green as gords, but they were having fun from the sounds of things.
The mixture of the neighing horses, mules with their bells on, fire crackling, kids playing, and the breeze blowing was very peaceful.
We were startled out of our peacefulness however when a can blew up that Corrie had thrown in the fire pit. We picked up embers, pieces of wrapper, and odds and ends, and made sure nothing was burning outside the fire pit.
Chuck took the time to fix the light plug on his trailer. That way we wouldn't have to have any more "special" experiences like last night in the dark. I guess it wouldn't have been so bad, but I don't see that well in the dark, and the exit we needed at one point was blocked off due to construction, so we had to figure our way around it all to the Highway we wanted.
It was all
Into the Chapel
I was overcome with emotion as I walked into the little Chapel good though. We rode 500 miles yesterday, and only 110 today. Today was alot better.
A nice sized buck walked right through our camp site. It was great. We were all drooling over how nice it would taste as camp meat.
Awhile later, another buck walked through another camp site. Chuck, Corrie, and Tammi all ran over to see if they could get pictures of it.
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