Wyoming is so vast that being on the road makes you feel like a tiny ant. Libby compares the landscape to that of the the Wyle Coyote and Road Runner cartoons. I agree.

And while the hills are intruiging, crawling up them

while a 20 mph wind is in your face is not the most enchanting feeling. I had to remind myself to be patient many times today. That same strong wind powers the most beautiful windmill farms I've ever seen. Just yesterday Martina, Mike, and I walked up to the windmills and I just love them. In the past, I was up on all the facts about how many kw/hour each generates, and while that escapes me now, I just think they should be all over windy Wyoming.

Being in the fresh air has made me realize how much I love the urban scene-namely coffee shops, access to the news, conversations about schedules, and the list goes on.Weird, perhaps, but I think it's because I like to be surrounded by people. Don't get me wrong, the occasional Ranch retreat is just awesome and I am really enjoying this time in my life. Let's just say if it weren't for the entertainment my funny teammates offer, I would not be cherishing these days so much.

One request for the mail drops to all those amigos who've asked: the team needs mixed CDs...we started with 60 and

it seems we know the order of every song on all of them by this point. We would like some blingin hip-hop for the Yukon por favor.