20: Centennials
A cold (35°F), early start got me in to Lima in plenty of time to get my resupply box this morning. I dawdled in Lima a bit, mostly soaking in warm sunshine.
The Centennials are far drier than the Beaverheads, with sagebrush predominating in the open spaces and creeks fewer and further between. The trail through the Centennials is old school—often climbing or plunging steeply. Most climbs are hike-a-bike and even a couple of the descents down the loose, volcanic soil had me off my bike. It’s been slow but steady going. Candidly, the Centennials are not the most inspiring range, though I’ve been enjoying the views of the Snake River Plain and Tetons to the south. Nailed my campsite tonight, up on a ridge with the Tetons perfectly framed in the opening of my tent.
Planning a short-ish day tomorrow into Island Park to wash my clothes and soak in a hotel hot tub.
Listening to: Mermaid Avenue (Vol. 1) by Billy Bragg and Wilco
