Hayden Pass is the last of the Rocky Mountains at 3000m. Then I walk along the Kansas River to Pueblo, where a new trailer is waiting for me. This time it is the somewhat older model that had proven itself in Mexico. Eastern Colorado is dried out. Many villages are already abandoned and I slowly get used to the endless monotony of the prairie.
In Scott City I am warmly welcomed and invited to an airshow. A runner accompanies me over 40 kilometers. One night I camp next to a cornfield, when a violent thunderstorm almost destroys my tent.