Day 70
West Yellowstone MT, 42 miles
Another beautiful day for cycling. I’ve been incredibly lucky. The weather has been almost perfect for me since I left Virginia.
Shortly after I started up the second climb of the morning, a group of French cyclists, about seven, cruised past me on racing bicycles. I know they were French-Canadian because of the jerseys they were wearing. They all said “bonjour” as they went past, it’s the only French that I speak, so I said, “bonjour” right back at them. The last of the group went past me and patted me on the back. He said a phrase in French, which naturally didn’t understand, but if I had to guess it was probably something like “nice work.” Of course my bicycle is a bit heavier than the ones they were riding, hence the pat on the back…
“Old Faithful.” Not my bicycle, the other one.