For the second straight day, I didn't spot any pickles trucks, But headed up the interstate, I did notice a self-propelled, giant blade on the way down, headed west, probably for Reno. And, just as I was stepping over the cattle guard on the Vedauwoo road, a Red Bull truck rolled by. That's even better than a pickle truck, and certainly less scary. Some people will have by now forgotten that Red Bull was once the official energy drink of Midwestern orienteering. I've always admired those original skinny little cans, a unique combination of form, design, and aluminum.
I finished off (finally) the first block--about a third of the area--of the coming Granite Planite map. This was the most intensely detailed part so I have hopes that the rest of the map will survey up at a quicker pace. It was cool and breezy, and the whole time it looked like it could start raining at any moment, which seemed extra reasonable given that the forecast was for "heavy rains statewide". But the darkest looking clouds stayed down south over the Colorado line.
After getting done with the block of mapping, I switched over for running and planned a circuitous route involving a mixture of public trail, obscure trail, and no trail at all. The no trail at all portion took me past a very special tree--a good sized ponderosa pine. There's normally nothing special about any given ponderosa pine, but this one is an exception and it is quite possibly unique. For various reasons, I think the odds are significant that it is growing at a higher elevation than any other ponderosa in the state of Wyoming. Given that, I judge the location must be kept shrouded in a very high level of secrecy in order to protect it. If the sub-morons found out about it, hordes of them would rush to the tree in order to be able to claim the honor of shooting it down, no doubt posting many photos and video and such on Facebook and Twitter and Instagram, etc. to document their feat.