My morning run in Cody, Wyoming

by Kim on August 17, 2014 · 20 comments

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted about my morning runs. I’m still doing them (very slowly) but more often than not I’m running loops around the campground or, when I’m lucky, a trail in one state park or another.

However, right now I’m in Cody, Wyoming for a few days and my morning runs have served as little daily adventures. I love exploring a new place while running. I always end up turning down streets I would otherwise have ignored and finding funny little shops and pieces of art I would have just zoomed by in the car.

So, why not come along on my 4 mile morning run in Cody, Wyoming with me?

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I leave the hotel (!) around 9:30 a.m. after elbowing my way through the continental breakfast.

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It is a perfect morning. The sky is robin’s egg blue and the temperature is 70 degrees F.

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I turn left out of the hotel parking lot and run on the sidewalk towards the canyon. Mountains make me so happy!

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I run past the Grizzly Bear lodge and hope that it isn’t a sign of things to come. We’re heading to Glacier National Park soon.

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I run past the home of the Cody Rodeo. Did you know that Cody was the rodeo capital of the world?

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Then I run past a wild west gift shop. Maybe I’ll come back later to do some browsing. Who needs a taxidermy rattlesnake and a cowboy hat?

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Suddenly the sidewalk ends but in its place is this gravel path beside the highway. I’m intrigued. Where could it lead? I keep going.

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As the road winds up into the canyon I find this information plaque on the side of the road. It seems like a good landmark to turn around at.

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On the way back down I spot the Geyser Brewing Company. Cody is the perfect mountain town. But when I get back to the hotel room a google search tells me the brewery has closed. A tragedy.

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I keep running. In the distance I spot the old settlement of Cody. This tiny outcropping of wood structures was the original town of Cody.

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As I approach the old town I see the Colter’s Hell Trail. I can’t say no to anything called “hell trail” so I set out down the trail as the gravel crunches under my feet.

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The trail winds through a grasslands park and then leads right up to the gates of Old Town Cody.

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It costs $8 to get in. It’s a steal, really, but I haven’t got any money on me so instead I stand at the gates and stare for awhile.

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Behind the old town I see a traffic-free road that looks like it leads to the middle of nowhere. So I turn down it of course.

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It’s so beautiful out here. I could run amongst these mountains for the rest of my life.

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Finally the asphalt road turns to gravel and I’m unsure if I’m on private property or not. I don’t want to encounter any unwelcoming cowboys so I turn around on this cattle grid and head back towards my hotel.

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Back on the main road I turn left and run past the fireworks super store.

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I run by the town’s friendliest RV park.

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When I reach the jail it’s time to turn around. I wouldn’t mind catching a stagecoach back to the hotel but there aren’t any around.

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So I start heading back to the hotel on foot. Yellowstone National Park is only an hour drive up the road. I want to run there! Actually, on second thought, maybe I’ll ride a bike.

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Before I know it I am on the edge of town again taking in the views of those beautiful mountains.

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Then I’m back where I started, a little bit sweatier and a lot happier. I love my morning runs. Thanks for coming along with me.

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