Compared with crossing the plains in the fifties, the worst stretch of our most uninhabited country is today the easiest road imaginable. There are no longer any dangers, any insurmountable difficulties. To the rugged sons of the original pioneers, comments upon "poor roads"-that are perfectly defined and traveled-over highways-or "poor hotels"-where you can get not only a room to yourself, but steam heat, electric light, and generally a private bath-must seem an irritatingly squeamish attitude. (1916 - Emily Post)