The weather forecast was for some rain, but the probability was pretty low. I therefore
Crossed the Continental Divide (again) at a height of 2,921m (9,584ft, 2.17bn). On the way up we were attacked by marauding mosquitoes. Then, at the summit the heavens opened and we got soaked. Oh the joys of cycling. Now the bad news was, we had a 17 mile, 6 percent, decent!
And here is a view of the Tetons (apparently the name has something to do with the French and and a part of the female anatomy!)