Into Montana

Well, we are in West Yellowstone, Montana, held up by a mysterious case of pink eye, which has rendered Natkin immobile, as his eye was nearly swollen shut.

So far we have ridden 150 miles through Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, and the scenery was spectacular. We crossed the continental divide three times yesterday, climbing somewhere around 3,000 feet, and though it seemed tough at the time, it is but tiddlywinks compared to some of the mighty passes we have in front of us.