To brush the snow off our bikes before we start.
To fall on the icy road before even leaving the campground.
To discover our first road for the day is closed due to ice and snow.
To hang out in the cafeteria at Canyon Village, drinking coffee and using our laptops until the road opened at noon.
To climb Dunraven Pass on our bikes, the same road I have skied up in the winter. To see all the way to the Tetons.
To descend 2,700 feet down the north side of Dunraven Pass, overwhelmed by the sudden vistas to the northwest and then the northeast.
To look down on a hawk or eagle soaring below us in the depths of a canyon.
To ride the length of the Lamar Valley, drinking in the greenness, the river, the herds of bison, the mountains both close and distant.
To finish the ride in a narrow wooded valley with high peaks ahead and to each side, and deer blending into the trees.
To appreciate the courtesy of so many drivers.
To marvel at the hospitality of Bob Johnston, who welcomed us into his home in the mountains outside of Cooke City, Montana.
To realize again and again how amazingly privileged we are.
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