Some old men who were still alive in 1900 remembered when they saw the Rocky Mountains for the first time. They first viewed them without fences, bridges or roads. They saw them a month’s hard journey from a mill or school or brick building. When they saw them it seemed like forever since they left home, and to those who were homesick, it appeared as if it would take forever to get home. To those who were wounded, it felt like forever before they were healthy again. Those who died would leave their bones in the mountains . . . forever.