Back to I-80

Once again, I am following in my father's footsteps. After breakfast, Cousin Kyla brought over boxes of family photos. It turns out my father came to Scottsbluff in 1966, to her grandmother's funeral. There is a photo to prove it. I never knew he ever got to Scottsbluff, but I was in Brazil then. And I have been told I resemble Cousin Verla, but I haven't seen a picture of her, so I don't know about that.

By mid-morning, Mother & I headed south, back to I-80, to make tracks, finally, for Daly City. We passed some beautiful scenery in Wyoming, including one mountain pass at 8640'. Maybe that was the Continental Divide? Stopping for the night at Rock Springs, Wyoming. A little over 100 miles from Utah. And the car has gone over 3000 miles on this trip.