In May, Carley returned to Flagstaff to take up with earnest inspiration
the labors of homebuilding in a primitive land.
It required two trucks to transport her baggage and purchases out to Deep
Lake. The road was good for eighteen miles of the distance, until it
branched off to reach her land, and from there it was desert rock and sand.
But eventually they made it; and Carley found herself and belongings dumped
out into the windy and sunny open. The moment was singularly thrilling and
full of transport. She was free. She had shaken off the shackles. She faced
lonely, wild, barren desert that must be made habitable by the genius of
her direction and the labor of her hands. Always a thought of Glenn hovered
tenderly, dreamily in the back of her consciousness, but she welcomed the
opportunity to have a few weeks of work and activity and solitude before
taking up her life with him. She wanted to adapt herself to the
metamorphosis that had been wrought in her.
To her amazement and delight, a very considerable progress had been made
with her plans. Under a sheltered red cliff among the cedars had been
erected the tents where she expected to live until the house was completed.
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