I want to ride the ride where the west commences, and gaze at the moon till I lose my senses. I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences. Don’t fence me in. – Roy Rogers.I thought I knew where I wanted to be but I ended up where I was supposed to be. Because I went this way instead of that I saw a deer playing on a snowfield at sunset and a coyote pass through a herd of pronghorn antelope in the early morning.
Multiple timelines, endless permutations, parallel universes. It’s all good.
Another bluebird day in Wyoming.Open space.
Last weekend I was drawn, yet again, to the wide-open spaces of the Northern Red Desert. I tried to find the pinnacles area but I wasn’t sure how to get there. They are not exactly on a map.
You see, the beauty of this area is that there are very few roads, no fences, and no human disturbance. In fact, it is the largest fenceless area in the contiguous U. S. of A.
Crossing a bridge that looked like an elk highway. I’m locked and loaded with new panniers because I’d planned to bike pack again.
Bumblebee on purple phlox.
My progress was slow. I ambled a lot. I looked at rocks. I braked for wildflowers. And bees.
I gave up hopes of getting to where I wanted to be before dark and high-tailed it back to my camper. I decided not to camp out overnight with my bike. My stomach was revolting from something I ate so it was a good call.
The almost-perfect campsite.
I still had some daylight so I drove around a bit looking for the perfect campsite. In the end, I camped at the Oregon Buttes, which feels like home and it was indeed the perfect campsite.
When I got to my campsite I noticed a young mule deer at the edge of a snowdrift. It looked like the young buck was there to eat snow. But when he walked onto the drift he started playing. He was all alone and he danced in circles, kicked his rear legs up, and rolled in the snow (just like my dog).
In all my years of working in the field as a wildlife biologist, I’ve never seen an animal act with such pure joy!
It was a divine evening. I read a book for a while and slept great.
The next morning I made coffee and welcomed the day. There was a herd of antelope not far from my camper and I watched them watching a coyote trot through their herd. I tried to identify some songbirds and a northern harrier kept passing my camp as he hunted the hillside.
On the horizon above my bike is Continental Peak.
After a lazy and blissful morning, I finally climbed in the saddle. My goal was to ride up to Continental Peak and then hike to the top. No map is needed because you can see Continental Peak from Oregon Buttes.
Continental Peak or bust.
I love the ride from Oregon Buttes towards Continental Peak because you are smack dab on the Continental Divide. On your left, you have an unobstructed view of the Wind River Mountains and on your right stretches the Great Divide Basin and Honeycomb Buttes.
I climbed to the top of the Oregon Buttes earlier this season. It’s flat on top, just like it appears from a distance, but there are pockets of limber pine and enchanting outcroppings of rimrock. There is a lot to explore and it’s full of wildlife – elk, deer, and pronghorn. It has a dark and mysterious energy.
Opposite the Oregon Buttes is Continental Peak which, at first glance, is devoid of anything green and topped with rocky pinnacles. It is treeless and windswept. I always wondered what it looked like on top.
I think of the two landmarks as the yin and yang of the Northern Red Desert.
Riding the Continental Divide towards Continental Peak.
Snow drifts in sage=mud on the trail.
On my ride towards the top of Continental Peak I flushed a prairie falcon. A few minutes later I found the feathers of a red-tailed hawk. Too many feathers — it was obvious the raptor had met its demise.
I rode as far as I could on a two-track which turned into a cattle/horse/antelope trail. It topped out onto a flat-is area on the far side of Continental Peak. The views were stunning.
I was so surprised at how interesting the terrain was near the top of Continental Peak.
Can anyone tell me what geological processes formed this warty rock outcrop?
What about this one?
Let’s just dance in a happy little sky today. – Bob Ross
Polka dot heart rock.
I rode my way around the peak looking for a trail to the top. I didn’t see a trail so I ditched my bike and hiked cross country to the lower peak and along the saddle. Once at the lower peak I could see the very steep trail to the top proper.
Cushion plant on the lower peak.
Since my flats were nearly bald and my ankle and foot were still healing I decided not to hike to the top. This time anyway. My consolation prize was a beer and chocolate while I watched cloud shadows scuttle across the desert floor below.
Riding the Continental Divide and looking out towards the Great Divide Basin. The Great Divide Basin is where water drains neither to the Atlantic nor Pacific. My starting point in the distance, the Oregon Buttes.
My Glamour Shot! I don’t have a tripod or even know how to set the timer on my phone (but I did have a good buzz from my beer!) so I set it to slow-mo and grabbed this screen shot later.
Pronghorn antelope with the Wind River Mountains.
A paradise for a rock hound!
My other Glamour Shot. Yeah baby, check out those sexy post-ride 50-year-old legs! Hubba hubba. (Does anyone remember Glamour Shots? It was across from Spencer’s at the mall.)
Thanks for reading!
What a great day, 6 hours out exploring! I dragged my pedals coming back to the truck, I didn’t want my weekend to end.
Thanks for reading and Happy Trails my friends!
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