Maybe Mountain Time, approaching mountains

I’m mostly awake. I suspect we’re in Mountain Time now, depending on where we are (and where we are depends on what time it is, of course).

Dark outside my window, save for the occasional light in the distance or streetlight or even perhaps a house. When I got up about an hour ago to answer a call of nature, we had stopped briefly in some small town. I suspect it was either Fort Morgan, Colorado if we’re running within 30 minutes of schedule, or McCook Nebraska if we’re running late.

The time shifts from Central to Mountain at the Colorado border, and theorizing on the possibilities with the time offset makes my head kinda swim. So we’re either in Nebraska or Colorado. Or Canada. Or Papua New Guinea. I did note that at that brief stop there was a good amount of snow on the ground, so it’s probably not the tropics.