I’ve spent the last few days riding into Jackson Hole with a pair of French cyclists who are traveling around the world. They are probably the most simultaneously humble and bad ass people I have ever met. They have bicycled across Asia, Australia, New Zealand, Alaska, Canada, and are now riding south through the US.
Despite their world travels, they don’t know nothin’ about camping in bear country. As most people do, I hang my food in a tree using rope. These guys climb trees.
No joke. Here’s a little proof of Clement’s journey up a tree to place the food bag on a branch.