Verdict? Awesome. Secluded cabin great. Secluded small town at the backdoor of the National Park? Fantastic. Quite accidentally we ended up staying in one of the most quietly friendly cycling towns we could have wished for. Drivers actually gave cyclists space on the roads and, get this, waited behind them while they took their turns at stop signs instead of trying to squeeze past them. The day we left I must have seen at least 30 riders out there, not including those on the local trail that ran parallel to the main drag.
I saw a bear. It was about 50 yards away from me and all I was wearing was a pair of lycra shorts and a cycling jersey. While moisture wicking had been important up until that point, and I love my bike . . . I had never wished to be in a car more in my life. All joking aside, that was an amazing experience. I'll put together the highlights and load the photos to Flickr.
Those who know me may be surprised to know that I would now prefer to visit the National Parks than go to other tourist areas I've been associated with. I had that much fun.
Oh, and the best part? Check this out:
Now that's a good time.
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