Iowa is trucker country. This long strand of I-80W we spent hours driving along is populated with great big semis and not much else. "How am I driving?" White, and purple, and red, each engine itself as heavy and big as a car. To see one pull up alongside in the left lane engine pounding making time westward... well, this is how American's move things around.
When the road jams, the trucks pile up, their drivers inching along. Front and back of us there are trucks, giant trucks and any cars lost in the cracks in between trucks. A traffic jam out here in truck country isn't the same as one in the suburbs. A semi isn't suited for the stop and go, fighting forward in fits and starts, slamming on the gas at the first sign of movement and then the brakes when the car in front lights up red, traffic jam. No, semis just creep along, barely moving, going maybe one, two miles per hour, storing up open space in front of them for the moment the jam clears and they can make progress once more.
As you can see, I'm quite behind. Posts will catch up as I find time and internet connections with which to post, and a way to sort photos. The land is amazing and my little camera usually just can't do it justice.
As of today, I'm in a ski lodge just south of Grand Teton National Park. We've been to Denver and Glenwood Springs, Colorado; Moab, Salt Lake City, and Logan, Utah; and now Wyoming. I've seen cows, horses, sheep, pikas, bison, deer, elk, pronghorn antelope, one coyote, and one osprey.
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