we crossed Nebraska in the night, the last of the flat states, and now we’re in Fort Collins, Colorado bound for Wyoming, Utah, Nevada, the tall states. the ones that earn their mountain time zones. hopefully tonight we’ll becamping in the mountains, the last two nights of wearing away the darkest, coldest hours of the night keeping the old conestoga between the lines have taken their toll. we’re tired. our limbs are cramped. the sky and the mountains are huge, and we’re ready to spread ourselves out all over them.