I think the biggest change is distances. Everything is so spread out. It'd be boring if it wasn't so terrifying.
I had some time to think about it when we got stopped by a construction worker in the middle of a huge sandy valley for half an hour. I also had time to start that Louis L'Amour novel.
Ever since entering Wyoming we'd been climbing in elevation, and by the time we reached 6000 feet the land changed again. We were passing through Lander then, and what I think were the painted hills (though that may have only been the name of a development). It was beautiful. But things got even more breath-taking when we climbed higher into the Sheshone National Forest. After hundreds of miles of no trees, we were suddenly surrounded by them.
And then we saw them: the Grand Tetons. They reminded me a bit of the Dolomites in Austria, but with an even more majestic effect because they rise up out of what seems like a flat basin.
That's where we ended up staying the night. Actually it was about ten miles on back roads from there because all the campsites were filled up in the park. I'm being reminded for the second time this month I don't care all that much for camping. I think my body is too high-maintenance for it. But then it's an adventure.
You know it's one when you have to keep reminding yourself that it is.