its around 9am and we are here at kinko's taking a break. i've been trying to understand why people prefer to fly over this wonderful scenic area between utah and wyoming. the expanse of mountains. the plains that stretch for miles. green. green. green. with large helpings of cows. paint the landscape. why o why would people not drive through here.

first, i know time. time. time. that's everyone's excuse, but i have another one. the food. i think that people only want to endure one bad meal per trip. when your on the road like this you are subject to the denny's, mcdonalds, burger king of this world. the amount of grease flowing through my body is enough to start a jiffy lube franchise. maybe i shouldn't be writing this because the other teams will know they have an advantage. o well. i just know now that the human body can only endure a few greasy spoons before boycotting. i'm still glad i am not flying.

at 6am the sun rose over the rocky mountains and there were antelope (or deer, i can't tell the difference) on the plains. i told my stomach to shut up and enjoy what the eyes are seeing.