Continental Divide

I'm putting on my 3-D glasses for the flight from Salt Lake City to Montana.

Upon touchdown in Billings I'll throw them in the previously-owned bin, an ecological gesture of planetary goodwill.

The plan is to then travel south in search of dinosaurs in Wyoming. I'll have to take a car, I'm afraid.

Tray's made me a good luck necklace from Fruit Loops and colored string. He said I could eat it if I got hungry.

Since I've reached the time of my life when every flight is full I'm in good shape if the stewardess runs out of peanuts or pretzels.