Pinedale to Jackson

I never thought that I would refer to a 77 mile day as a restful day, but that's exactly what today was.  After 101 miles with strong headwinds, the fairly downhill ride into Jackson felt like a breeze. We woke an hour early to pancakes and sausage made by some wonderful early risers. After listening to Jackson by Johnny Cash an ample number of times fully aware that he was not singing of Wyoming, I headed off with Christine, Prechter, and Em completely bundled up (riding in flannel for the first time). Not even 10 miles in we were pulled over by local law enforcement for yet another "stay in the shoulder" speech. We kept riding, hit some baby hills and cursed Jay for telling us it was all downhill (always a lie). 

We soon joined up with Alex, Blake, and Ashton for an awesome descent to an extremely early lunch.  Followed the river through the forest mostly downhill all the way to Jackson. Just outside of town, we saw a familiar van next to the bike path we were riding on. Christine used to work for a company called Backroads, and they had an office just next to this bike path. We stopped in and I got to watch Christine light up as she ran into folks she knew from her olden days. It was refreshing to see her light up this way. 

We got into town super early, so I had so much time to do some much needed things. I drank coffee, called my parents, went to a brewery and a bike shop with Dan, did some logistical work, FaceTimed my friend Molly, drank more coffee (and water), did more logistical work, and walked back just in time for bed. 

I've been kind of bogged down by my logistical to do list and by some other relational frustrations and by the end of today the weight was so much lighter. Good times. Great oldies. Peace.