occasion,
after a
cry of
enthusiasm
at the
view from
the top of
Mount
Anthony,
“It’s
lovely,
lovely,
lovely,”
she said,
with
diminishing
cadence,
ending in
pensiveness
once more.
“Do you
see that
little bit
just
there? No,
not where
the trees
are – that
bare spot
that looks
brown and
warm in
the sun.
With a
little
sagebrush,
that spot
would look
something
like a
place I
know on
Bear
Creek.
Only of
course you
don’t get
the clear
air here.”
“I don’t
