Starting in Jackson Hole
There’s a certain magic to starting a cycling trip in Jackson Hole. The sharp peaks of the Grand Tetons rise dramatically against the sky, their snow-capped summits reflecting the early morning light. My journey through Wyoming began here, and I couldn’t have asked for a better starting point. The crisp mountain air and the excitement of adventure ahead filled me with energy as I rolled out of town.
Grand Teton National Park
The bike trails through Grand Teton National Park are a cyclist’s dream. Smooth paths wind through forests and meadows, offering stunning views of the Tetons at every turn. I stopped often to take in the scenery and watch wildlife: elk grazing in the distance, a bald eagle soaring overhead, and even a family of moose near Jenny Lake. The peacefulness of the park made every mile feel like a gift.
Yellowstone National Park
From the Tetons, I ventured into Yellowstone National Park, a land of geysers, hot springs, and incredible natural diversity. Riding past Old Faithful was a surreal experience, the famous geyser erupting just as I approached. The scent of sulfur hung in the air as I cycled through the park’s geothermal areas. Bison roamed the fields, and I kept a careful eye out for bears as I pedaled along the winding roads.
One of the highlights of Yellowstone was camping near Yellowstone Lake. The serene waters mirrored the surrounding mountains, and the starry sky at night was nothing short of breathtaking. The crackling campfire and the sound of wolves howling in the distance added to the wild, untamed feel of this place.
Crossing the Wind River Range
As I left Yellowstone, the landscape began to change. The towering peaks of the Wind River Range loomed ahead, their rugged beauty both intimidating and inviting. The climb up Togwotee Pass was challenging, but the views from the top were worth every ounce of effort. Snow-dusted peaks stretched out in all directions, and the valley below seemed to go on forever.
Descending into the valley, I followed quiet roads that meandered through small towns and ranches. The hospitality of the locals was unforgettable, with many stopping to offer water, snacks, or simply a word of encouragement. It was a reminder of the kindness that can be found in the most remote corners of the country.
Devils Tower and the Eastern Plains
The final stretch of my journey took me eastward, toward the iconic Devils Tower. This towering monolith rises dramatically from the plains, and seeing it up close was awe-inspiring. The surrounding prairie was dotted with wildflowers, and the air was filled with the hum of insects and the occasional call of a meadowlark.
The rolling hills of the eastern plains provided a gentle conclusion to the trip. I reflected on the incredible diversity of landscapes I had encountered in Wyoming: jagged mountains, geothermal wonders, serene valleys, and endless open skies. Each part of the journey had its own unique challenges and rewards.
Final Thoughts
As I rode into the final town of my trip, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Wyoming had given me more than just a cycling adventure; it had offered moments of quiet reflection, breathtaking beauty, and connections with nature and people that I would carry with me forever. For anyone looking to explore the heart of the American West, Wyoming is a destination like no other.