The campsite last night was wonderful, quietly tucked away in the forest, looking up I could only see the tips of tall, thin pines with purple peaks of the mountains in the distance. The air was cold and crisp at 5:00am, I might've wanted to crawl back in my warm sleeping bag but, I was too excited to cross the Togwotee Pass and ride into the Tetons.
To be honest, I was kind of surprised when I got to the peak of the pass, it was only 7 miles from where I woke up. I guess I did the hard part yesterday. Seeing that I was 9,500 feet above sea level was amazing, and then going a little further and seeing I was crossing the Continental Divide; I think I'm really in the West now, I flowed downhill in the direction of all rivers now.
17 miles of downhill is more than I could've asked for. I went down screaming like a little kid with pure joy that only comes from riding your bike down a steep hill. Before I was even halfway down, the road twisted and the view opened up to reveal the massive Tetons.
I though they were clouds coming over the distant horizon but soon realized they were the giant mountains I was heading towards. They barely looked real, like some kind of painted backdrop you see on a stage play but, as you get closer and closer, you are inside the painted world at the feet of the towering mountains.