Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel across the country from coast to coast without seeing anything. – Charles Kuralt
Up at 330 this morning, She Who Must Be Obeyed and I are making the North Texas to Montana run, just now mooching our way across the rolling sea of ripening wheat (just a few more weeks now) and surprisingly verdant green (amazing amounts of rain of late) High Plains of the Texas Panhandle.
We plan to wisely skirt Denver, rocket through Cheyenne, and catch a few winks somewhere in small town Wyoming, back in home country, utilizing back and secondary roads off the interstate as best we can.
It takes a little longer, but for the same reasons it’s worth hiking an hour up past the first pools on the turnouts along the Upper Gallatin, there are treasures to found along the paths least traveled.
Jake is getting hitched in Livingston this weekend and there’s some fun to be had up yonder this week. See you under the Big Sky.
[We’re not on roads quite as backwoods as the great shot of Jake’s above, but trying damned hard to find ’em.]
