There is just something about driving on backroads (sort of) all the way across the country. The Northern Plains are just endless, man, and they seem to go on and on and on, and then... BAM. Is that a smudge of clouds on the horizon? Nope.

Them's the Rockies, boy, and you're gonna spend the next few hours just watching them rise up into the sky.

Incredible. Just incredible. If you're mostly used to just flying over these fuckers, there's no way to understand this sensation.