Dear Retired Mountain Man,

You asked me to keep blogging about the road trip.  You said you read the blog every morning.  Do you realize what you’ve unleashed?

Trivia, man.  Trivia.

The slowest-ripening tomatoes on the planet are travelling well.

I was up Tuesday at 5 am, tiptoeing out the door of my room at 6:30, when breakfast would be available in the lobby.  There were, um, sounds coming out of the room across the hall.  The woman inside was either giving birth or having a particularly satisfying sexual experience.

This hotel has the Big Ten Network in HD.  Can someone explain why Nebraska is wearing black helmets?  They look scary, but they don’t look like the Cornhuskers.

Check out the fine precision of a packed trunk:  never mind, the internet here is very odd and won’t let me do much.  I’ve tried and tried to upload pic–even had a black helmet photo from Nebraska–and can’t spend any more time.  Will try again in Billings.