The Pumpkin hauled itself out of Wyoming around 6:15 am in the dark to avoid the worst wind of the day, arriving in Tremonton, UT, around noon, whereupon I laid down for just a second before going for lunch. I think Tom gave up hope on me and got his own lunch. He woke me up about two hours later saying I conked out completely. I even had my shoes on.
In the immortal words of Simon and Garfunkel, we're all gone to look for America for the next two months. We have no idea where we're going. We're making it up as we go along. We could be gone a day, a week, or a month or more, or until we get tired...