Head south from historic Scottsbluff, a landmark for those who crossed the land in wagons. The terrain reminds me of the southwest -- and then opens into more prairie. Before long, we reach the Pawnee National Grasslands at the Colorado border. At the end of the road, we turn west.
Mountains come into view as distant cloud-like images. It is summer, so sunset is a long way off. From Loveland, the foothills appear to be more prominent than the mountains behind. After a few curves, hillsides rise out of nowhere, and you see now why they won the name Rocky Mountains.
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