Dear Yellowstone: I think 'bout you in the summertime.....

Well folks, team presta-schrader/schrader-presta made it through yellowstone alive and kicking. We camped at an rv park in buffalo bill national forest outside the park and enjoyed a hot tub dip, shower and a little wild west breakfast where the other patrons on the ranch were legit cowboys. We then began the moderate 10 mile climb to the east entrance where we stopped for a lunch break, to fuel up for the brutal 8 mile climb up to the continental divide at over 8,000 feet. I was so greatful to be able to see the park by bike because I knew we were catching details that you get never get from an rv or car. It made me think a lot about john muir and his treks of simple bliss into awesome wilderness. We played in some snow fields at the top of the pass and then coasted down to yellowstone lake at 7,000 feet. It was stunning, we camped at bay bridge and the sign might as well have said ' rv's welcome, CYCLISTS ENTRANCE IN BACK' we got a total shaft on our camping spot, you'd think they'd let those who cycled or hiked and actually worked their butts off to get this point a spot near the entrance as oppsposed to the gazillion rv's but that's not the case, so we had to climb two hills to get to a mosquito infested spot where we slept next a church group whom we were sure would increase our chances of a bear attack as they had food strewn all over the site.We woke up and quickly busted out of the campsite. The cool thing about climbing into yellowstone is that you get to fly out of there going downhill. We stopped for lunch at old faithful and it was sort of a culture shock, it was more conjested with tourists than any other big city we've gone through. After getting odd looks as we ate our lunch because we look dirty and smell funny we decided we had to bust out the park as fast as our legs were willing to go.we covered 70 miles in record time and rewarded ourselves with pizza and chocolate milk in west yellowstone montana. We are currently in idaho enjoying some of the flat plains.
Here are some quotable from the past few days:
'When I grow up I'm gonna go in a hot tub'- a little boy watching goat and I in the hot tub.

Goat: does the next town have any churches?
Local gas station worker: well there's an elementary school with a fence. They had to build the fence because mountain lions would stalk the children'
'Goat: how do you say bear in french?'
Me: ourson, see they're cool because they actually use part of the scientific genus name instead of some word like bear. Its winnie the bear.
Goat: what do we call him?
Me: winnie the pooh, we call him winnie the pooh.
Goat; what the hell is a pooh, who came up with that? Why do we call him that?
This was both us delirious in our tents hiding from bears and mosquitos and extreme christian campers.
Songs: 50 ways... By my steadfast buddy of wisdom and rythms to live by, paulie simon

Holyman by blindmelon

And every song written by elton john, ever