Cruising across that dry table land with a less than Mountain Home in the middle, I could feel the Owyhees on my left in the darkness. That's Nevada! We're on our way to Oregon for a Fall Break visit to my boy and his family. My wife has to fly out of Portland Sunday morning for Scout meetings in Dallas. I plan to stay over 'til Monday and start back home but there's no sense getting there before my wife - or at least until my Welsh class in Provo on Tuesday.
It's not that far. . . .
Distances don't mean much in the West. We are descended from those who walked the continent to get here.
We'll have to think about this.