After lunch, the route wound uphill as the road traveled through a pinion forest. A couple of hours later, I reached a summit of 6800 feet, about 1000 feet higher than my camp the previous night. From there, the road ran downhill for several miles, before starting up a slight grade.
I had a destination in mind. The previous evening, Todd, a local rancher, invited me to stop at his ranch and rest the team. 21 miles after setting out, the lads pulled the wagon into the ranch yard. Todd’s ranch winds alongside a river for several miles on both sides of the State Line. From the road, it appears to be a very large oasis of green fields, willow and cottonwood trees in a sea of pinion trees and sagebrush.