'..rolled it out on floor and it looks like a road'

....Greater laughter rang from all sides. I wondered what the Spirit of the Mountain was thinking; and looked up, and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. In the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great western slope, and the big plateau that went to Streamboat Springs, and dropped, and led you to the Eastern Colorado desert and the Utah desert; all in darkness now as we furned and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunked Americans in mighty land. And beyond, beyond, over the Sierras the other side of Carson sink was bejewelled bay-encircled nightlike old Frisco of my dreams....

Jack Kerouac
On The Road / The Original Scroll