It was a good day for a last day in Theodore Roosevelt National Park. It was the nicest day of the year so far: sunny, a high of 78, a pleasant breeze, and birds singing in the leafy trees. I really don't know what to say. I'm sad to have to leave, but I'm sure I'll forget that when I see the mountains tomorrow. I'm packing the car right now, and the computer is next, so I have to wrap this up. My next message will be from Montana.