TransAmerica Flashback, Sept. 26, 2010
Day 61: Dillon to Jackson, Montana. Two passes and a very windy day. I ended up in a tiny town called Jackson, famous because that’s where you go to have ‘a soak’. Fantastic restaurant there too — for real. View the full set here
Couch and I broke out the bikes at the crack of dawn for a shaking out of the legs to San Bruno for a morning raid.
I was hungry for a ride - I just had my stitches taken out and was cleared for activity. 11 days off the bike felt like eternity.
The photos should be self-explanatory.
This is why we climb.
great stuff, Naz.