Day 12 Wilderness Gateway Campground to Powell Campground

653.8 Miles

It was another beautiful day of riding - low grades, sun, the river growing wilder and more scenic all the time. We can tell that we are approaching the summitt because we can finally begin to see the small peaks around us, and are no longer deep in the river valley. We still haven't seen any big mountains, the kind with rocky tops and snow.

There isn't too much to say about a perfect day of riding. These are the days that make you savor the art of cycling and convince you that this was all a fabulous idea.

We met a fellow cyclist in camp tonight. He is on the Transamerica trail and is trying to catch up to his group after being out for a couple days with a broken wheel. He's been doing 80 and 90 mile days to catch them, and tomorrow he pushes over the pass and rides on to Missoula. But, he's a triathalon, well, nut. So, he's loving every minute of it. Best of luck Nathan!