The temperature was 40F which was about normal, but after breakfast and riding 200 miles it had risen to… 43F. Brr.
I was prepared for a huge traffic jam at the single-lane detour, but it turned out to be a false alarm. Since the road opened the previous evening, the logjam must have cleared out overnight. I had to wait for a few vehicles, then I rode straight through. No more than 5 minutes total.
There a lot of Woods Bison, which are an endangered relative of the smaller Plains Bison.
Out of the dozen or so grate-floored bridges I've passed over, this is the only one with a warning.
"Warning - Nervous motorcyclist ahead"?
I saw this moose praying for its meal...