Sandstone Wash. Her trek that day through the mountains is slow because she stops so many times. She is filled with beauty. The town is small. Only one gas station, two restaurants and three motels. The restaurant overlooks the Green River.
Few people are there.
The waiters treat her royally. She feasts on salad, chicken breast, bread and honey. Few times in her life has she been able to dine so elegantly with such silence and beauty all around. She feels blessed. After the downpour, the wide open spaces That juxtaposition of wretchedness and beauty is played out again a few days later when she drives through Colorado and Kansas.