We send out our greetings, with sunburns and frozen toes, from the Cowboy state. We're in Evanston.

Danny is on a mission to find every McDonalds between Sacramento and St. Joe. I don't think he's missed too many. I think he's the only person I know who could live on nothing but McDonalds.

Pretty good day yesterday. God an early morning start from Coalville.

Not too much to talk about so I'll try to go through our schedule everyday.

We try to get up a five in the morning and pack up all of our stuff. After eating a quick breakfast we try to head out about six in the morning. We ride for about 2 hours and take about a half to an hour break. If we're in the desert we try to take breaks whenever we can get them. We ride most of the afternoon, but take a little bit off if it's hot outside. During lunch time we try to figure out where we are and where we're going to be by the end of the day.

We generally spend anywhere from 13-16 hours on the rode during the day.

Things are still going pretty well for us, spirits are still pretty high. Danny, the little superman, is doing his job and keeping everyone's spirits high, cheering me up when times get hard.

For those that don't know we are in the continental divide where most of the wagons came through and we're on the downhill to St. Joe.

Later in the day

The rest of the day we were rolling into Wyoming.

We climbed a series of three hills called the Three Sisters. The third one is by a town called Fort Bridger that had a really cool wind farm at the top of it.

When we got to Rock Springs we were trying to get directions on 191 to get to Farson. Despite Danny asking about 15 different people, everyone has just moved there within the past couple of weeks.

Later we found out that there is a big oil and natural gas boom and lots of jobs are opening up, so people are moving up there for jobs. A lot of the local people are upset about it, but I'm not sure what they're really going to do about it.

After Rock Springs we went up to Farson. We put in about 190 miles. Despite being told there was a convenient store that opened at 5 am, we were there at 7:30 am and it still hadn't opened up yet.

So, we're looking at 77 miles up over the Continental Divide toward Lander, and we're counting our crackers and Mountain Dew, wondering if we're going to be able to make it.

About five miles out, though, we found someone having a yard sale. Danny asked if they were selling any donuts. He was able to score us some Gatorade and energy bars. With that we were able to make it to Lander where we ate some breakfast.

How often on Sunday (and Labor Day weekend) does someone have a yard sale? On top of that, one where we would be able to find some food. I think the stars were in the correct place for us in that situation.

Spirits are still high, we're getting little worn down, but we're over the continental divide and if it doesn't rain too hard we'll be able to make it on to Nebraska.