December 13, 2007
Thursday

View from US 14 near State Route 149, Banner, Wyoming
December 11, 2007

On the plane she looked down on the last of Wyoming, the black mountain ranges capped and splotched with snow, roads like crimped lengths of yarn from unraveled knitting.
                                      — from “Men Crawling Out of Trees,” short story by
                                          Annie Proulx, American writer, b. 1935

Annie Proulx moved to Wyoming from the east when she was sixty years old.

I’m just sayin’.

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