Two days into the land of promise, they saw little that was promising. Pilot Butte and then Church Butte, well-known landmarks were on their left, to the southeast. Far to the northwest the three Tetons lifted their pure needles, and the “Utah” or “Bear River” mountains—the Uintas—were a snowy crest along the south. But the country they traveled through was “hard-faced,” its soil “as hard as cast iron” and barren of anything but sage. For lack of a campsite with grass and water they had to drive 23 3/4 miles, the longest day’s travel yet, before they corralled by moonlight on the bank of the Big Sandy.