Day 13: I stayed at Bear Lake & dumped my bike on a beach

At 4am, something was sniffing around my tent. “Please, not a bear. Please, not a bear..” raced through my head. The critter poked its head, then its whole self under the rain fly of my tent. A SKUNK! Both situations seem appropriate for playing dead. Back to sleep.

I wasn’t sure whether I should pack it up and head toward the Grand Tetons today or tomorrow. It gets cold at night around there, and I still had not gone swimming in Bear Lake. Rain and then snow are predicted for the Yellowstone area for Saturday and Sunday. I started looking at temperatures in Cody, WY and beyond, and then campsites. And it’s Labor Day weekend.

The wind picked up as I packed my stuff, and it didn’t stop. Looks like I’m staying.

Steps from my campsite.
Steps from my campsite.

In the interest of lightening my load, I mailed the dress and shoes I wore to the wedding off to a friend’s home in Brooklyn, NY, because maybe I’ll want to get gussied up when I get there. Leaving my heavy luggage behind, I took myself on a tour of the area. The wind kept blowing, but without panniers, this was significantly less frightening.

My new friend, Brandon, told me to come here. I'm glad I listened.
My new friend, Brandon, told me to come here. I’m glad I listened.

Down the boat ramp, I rode onto the beach’s hard packed sand where other vehicles were parked. Standing on footpegs, I dodged holes and made my way to a clear and sunny area. The sand turned soft, I fishtailed, saved it, fishtailed again, and the bike went down on the left side. A couple of gals who ride dirt bikes helped me get’er up right and out of the fluffy stuff. I regret not taking a picture of that mess. So instead, you get this:

Upright. No obvious damage.
Upright. No obvious damage.

I made my way back to Rendezvous Beach, where my tent was holding up to the wind. The beach was empty, save one family with grandparents, parents and children. We chatted about their home town near Provo and about my trip. Granddad made some solid suggestions: Boiling River is now on my radar for Friday. The family had some small kayaks and suggested I take one out.

I risked drowning my phone for this shot. Maybe those are water trampolines? Never got close enough to tell.
I risked drowning my phone for this shot. Maybe those are water trampolines? Never got close enough to tell.

After returning the kayak and thanking the family, it was time for a shower, a sunset walk on the beach, and then bed. Gotta make it to the Grand Tetons tomorrow.

Rendezvous Beach, you are a charmer.
Rendezvous Beach, you are a charmer.
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