NIce-sized hills appear.

Mountains appear in the distance.  It's a beautiful, calming place at mile marker 574.  Grass fed "beef" grazes, "A lot of grass to be eaten", John says.  "Poor cows!" I say.

Actually, it's fascinating to think that all these scattered cattle will have to be rounded up.  I wonder if they do it "cowboy style"--on horses.

Bundles of hay for the winter dots the landscape too.

My ears are popping.  We're gaining altitude again.  

It is gorgeous...  I think the Rockies are to the right/west.  

It's 4 PM here.