I'm a double cancer survivor, cyclist and walker who does various challenges for different charities, mainly cancer-related.

My latest trip was a three-week tour of Tasmania in February 2015; amongst other things, I've cycled from Land's End to John o'Groats (2003), Rotterdam to Lemvig (Denmark) (2005), walked the Pennine Way (2008) completed the ascent of all 214 'Wainwrights' in the Lake District in only 55 days (2009), cycled 4,500 miles around the coast of Great Britain (2011), cycled all 42 of the accessible Western Isles of Scotland in under a month (2012), twice abseiled 230 ft from the top of The Big One in Blackpool, cycled the WWI Western Front from London to Compiegne via Ypres and Arras (2014) and cycled 750 miles in the Yellowstone National Park and Grand Teton (2014).

Altogether I've raised over £70,000 for my charities including The Christie, Cancer Research UK, the Rosemere Cancer Foundation, and ABF (The Soldiers' Charity) and I was mightily chuffed to receive the British Empire Medal in the 2014 New Year's Honours List.

I'm a Rotarian and give illustrated talks about my adventures in exchange for a donation to charity, so if you're looking for a speaker leave me a message. I am also Event Organiser for the Ribble Valley Ride Cycle Sportive, to be held this year on Sunday 14 June 2015 - more details at www.ribblevalleyride.org

You can also follow me on Twitter - @CancerBikeMan and on Facebook - just search for Bill Honeywell

Cancer Research UK is the world's leading charity dedicated to beating cancer through research, whilst The Rosemere does fantastic work for patients in Lancashire and South Cumbria.

Saturday, 11 October 2014

Yellowstone and Grand Teton Cycle Tour, September 2014. Day 10

Monday 15 September – Cody to Cooke City – 76.9 miles

We’d been warned by those on last year's Tour that this would be a gruelling day, which might even finish in the dark.  It wasn’t just the distance, but the amount of climbing involved - around 3,000 m (10,000') that would make it so tough – not helped by the fact that we were loaded with all our belongings in panniers.

So it was that we were up at 5.30 am ready for breakfast at the Irma Hotel’s ‘opening time’ of 6.00, with bikes loaded up and ready to go.  On duty already, cleaning (I think) was the most striking-looking guy with long hair, beard, moustache, and totally, completely, unkempt appearance.  It was impossible to guess how old he was, but I’d put my best estimate at between 40 and 75.  His reply, when he learnt we were going to Cooke City on bicycles in one day was “Sweeeeet.  Reckon I’m too outa shape for that kinda thing now.”

The sun rose 10-15 minutes after I left town, after cycling past industrial areas and out into the countryside on a steady uphill slope, where a Mule Deer crossed the road and ‘stotted’ in the field on the other side.  Stotting is when deer or antelope bounce up and down on all four stiff legs – I don't know if you've ever seen it - apparently to show potential predators how fit they are and suggest that it isn't worth chasing them.  I rode with Kathryn for a while, past Magpies (which look the same as their European counterparts but sound different – another species with a different language on each side of the Atlantic), but she had her mind set on making good progress and soon left me behind.


The road out of Cody



The trucks are big out here

I carried on uphill until the 300 or so metres of height that had been gained were all lost as the road plunged downhill for a few miles, before turning left on to the scenic Chief Joseph Highway route.  The day was now gorgeous.  I passed Kathryn whilst she was enjoying a short rest, then the big climb started:  she came past me again at a turnout where there was information on the Nez Percé people.  Just afterwards we saw our first Pronghorn Antelopes away to the right on the far hillside, and then Kathryn disappeared into the distance, not to be seen again until the end of the day.


Distant Pronghorn Antelope


A rare selfie - the author and Richard Dugdale

The climb went on and on and on.  Western Meadowlarks were singing on roadside fenceposts (very melodious) and a few late Swallows flew south.  As usual, I kept stopping to take photos, and Joy, Richard and Helen all caught and passed me, but we were obviously keeping to a very similar pace.  There was a fair bit of tourist traffic (cars and RV’s) but also lots of long-bodied lorries which I think were carrying stone.  On and on, up and up, until there was snow at the roadside.  A couple of miles from the top, Richard and Joy had stopped for something to eat, but I pressed on for the summit of the climb, 14 miles from the start and 1,000 metres higher.


On the Chief Joseph Highway, heading up to Dead Indian Pass


Getting closer - and colder with the altitude

At the top – the wonderfully named Dead Indian Pass – there were Chipmunks – emboldened by the food no doubt constantly available from tourists, and tourists – mainly Chinese, taking photographs of everything and more.  The views were phenomenal.  I had a quick bite to eat, shared some dried banana chips with a Chipmunk and then set off on the long descent, where at one point another Mule Deer gave me near heart-failure as it almost crossed the road right in front of me.


Sharing a banana chip with a Chipmunk


Superb sculpture at Dead Indian Pass...


...and the view's not bad either


Looking forward to whizzing down this bit

Now the sun was really warm as the road undulated through areas of fields (with hundreds of glacial erratics – big random boulders transported, and then dropped, by glaciers during the last ice age), past a ranch with two horse-riding cowboys, and then a lunch stop in a lay-by with Richard and Joy.  As I went for a call of nature, Richard decided to lie down on the tarmac for a rest.  Just as I returned, a car came past:  the driver quickly stopped to ask me if he was OK and whether we needed an ambulance.  He took some convincing that this was normal behaviour for Richard!  "Jeez, tell him we called the ambulance! And the Sherriff!"


Real cowboys in Wild West Wyoming


One of thousands of glacial erratic boulders


Mr Dugdale takes a nap, to the consternation of passing motorists

Now a headwind picked up and it was quite a battle to keep going – past forests, small lakes, glacial features, rivers – but no big animals – until after 55 miles and now behind Richard and Joy, I arrived at Crandall (not even big enough to be a hamlet!), where a ‘CLOSED’ sign on the café belied the fact that it was really open for business.  Coffee, a Twix, and water refill.  I have to say this was neither the busiest nor the most welcoming of places we stopped at on the tour.  The sign said closed, the doors were open, but I think in their heads they'd closed for the season!  Only 22 miles to go and still only 2.30 pm.  But it was clear that these 22 miles would be hard going.  And totally solo.

Undulating again, through grand scenery of rivers, granite, and then the distant Beartooth Mountains came into view.  After 12 miles I joined the great Beartooth ‘All-American’ Highway which runs East - West from Billings to Cooke City:  at the junction a farmer with a cattle truck opened his arms wide and said ‘Ah couldn’ even DREAM of pedallin’ that road!’  Chapeau then!


Spectacular scenery on the All America Beartooth Highway

Four miles from the end the road kicked up for a final climb of  350 metres over two miles – cruel, hard going, a steady grind up to the Wyoming – Montana border at the top, before a final sweeping descent to the amazing Cooke City – population 100 (why would you call it a 'city'?) – not necessarily a one-horse town but definitely a one-street town!  The buildings had a real wild-west feel about them, with boarded facades.


Cooke City

After checking in at the Alpine Motel around 6.00 pm (Kathryn had been there since 4.30!) it was across the road to the Miners’ Saloon for a beer and then an evening meal – there were plenty of calories to replace before tomorrow's ride back into Yellowstone along the top wildlife route in the Park!


Total Mileage 333.0 miles

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