When I left Estes Park, I was still having trouble from my back and legs from that long drive there from Idaho. I decided to take a few more days to rest, and drove the hour and a half to Pawnee National Grasslands, the Colorado stop I’d meant to make in the first place.

One thing that struck me was how suddenly flat and treeless the land became as soon as I left the slopes of the Rockies. The transition was fast and stark.

Pawnee National Grasslands

It was four more days before I felt good enough to drive again, and though I did shoot a few birds, I mostly read and rested.

None of these birds were new for my life-lists, but they were there when I looked.

I headed off to Nebraska, the last of the lower 48 states for me to visit.