Worland, Wyoming reminded her how deceptive the west could be.
One moment dull and easily dismissed, the next moment impossible to ignore and impossible to measure.
Miles were meaningless. They never really explained how far it was from Waitsburg, Washington to Peach Springs, Arizona. Factors other than distance came into play.
You could look at something thirty miles off and it seemed like it was just down the road. No wonder making plans was so tiring.
She was stuck, unable to size up the merits of an idea she didn’t know how to measure.
The reasoning she tried to bring to her thinking was as muddled and vague as when she started.
Answers were swept away like tumbleweed in a late summer dust storm.
