This is Walt’s prize. After three days of Ohio and Indiana and Illinois and Iowa and Nebraska, the old Packard with the family belongings tied to the roof finally crosses into Wyoming. This is the last lap, and Dondi is in the front seat between her parents snapping photos through the windscreen.
The family is smitten with the landscape—that’s the Missouri River in the valley straight ahead. It’s downhill for miles and miles and miles—and then up, up,
up you climb the same distance. They are 1,900 miles from home, but to each of them it feels like so much more.