More from day thirteen

In a handy-dandy bullet list:

• I apparently, somehow, managed to cross over the Continental Divide twice yesterday, at two different altitudes, while heading in the same direction, if the signs on I-80 are to be believed.
• Cities in the northern plains appear like mirages on the horizon, miles and miles before you actually get to them.
• I wish I was heading for Omaha, but next time... next time...
• As I pulled into Cheyenne, whose stoplights turn into flashing yellows after 10 p.m. (I'm not kidding, all of them in the entire city turn into flashing yellows), I thought to myself, "If these hotels ever fill up, it is because the rodeo's in town." I'm not completely sure a rodeo comes to Cheyenne, but it seems likely.
• The bank clock said it was 15 degrees when I got into town at 10:30 p.m.
• If ever a city were stuck in time, Cheyenne is it. Don't get me wrong: I loved it. It was completely charming, updated in places, clean and interesting, but it definitely has a touch of 1850 and 1950.
• The Bible was open in my room to Psalms. Psalm 45: "My heart overflows with a goodly theme; I speak my poem before a king; my tongue is like the pen of a skilled writer."
• This was my list for day 14, and I only completed items 3 and 5
• Eat breakfast
• Get cowboy hat
• Smell nice air
• Photograph Union Pacific sign
• Get out of Dodge... I mean, Cheyenne.

That's it. Now for Day 14.