After We Pass This Green Field and Two Bushes of Blooming Wild Rose At Center & Right, We Will Head Down to Dry, Sandy Country.
….At Left, The Clouds Are Pink From The Sunset, With Corresponding End Of Day Down Feelings For The Narrator.

….“But as we leave New Meadows I note the long slant of the sun and a late afternoon depression begins to set in. At another time of day these mountain meadows would refresh me more, but we’ve gone too long. We pass Tamarack and the road drops down again from green meadows into dry sandy country.
.... I guess that’s all I want to say for the Chautauqua today. It’s been a long session and perhaps the most important one.
….Tomorrow I want to talk about things that seem to turn one toward Quality and turn one away from Quality, some of the traps and problems that come up.
.... Strange feelings from the orange sunlight on this sandy dry country so far from home. I wonder if Chris feels it too. Just a sort of unexplained sadness that comes each afternoon when the new day is gone forever and there’s nothing ahead but increasing darkness. ” ( Bolded text, at left, is ZMM Book’s emphasis.) (Cont. Next)

Eleven miles after Tamarack, ID. More depression and fatigue for the Narrator and, no doubt, Chris. But except for the Narrator’s wondering about what Chris notices, we never hear about Chris, unless Chris really voices it strongly.
…The ZMM. Narrator is mostly always reporting about own thoughts, feelings, and state of emotion.
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My ZMM Route research notes say “Smell of sage in the left over heat of the day. …. The new forming blossoms of wild rose smell of sweet raspberry”.
….It is interesting that a Google Earth View July 20, 2017 (also Google Satellite View), for this WayPt = 293, shows not only the open field, but also the Two Rose Bushes, the Electric Pole, plus the line of bushes on down the highway! It also shows a Distant Red Barn, but not the same one.
….In fact, I observed wild rose bushes like this, all the way from here to well into Oregon. Indeed, some 21 straight line miles West, at the Brownlee Campground, the Narrator quotes from a long Omar Khayyàm Poem about => “ “The First Summer Month That Brings The Rose.” ”
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(Photo = 111-1156c ...... ZMM Page = 268 ...... WayPt = 293w ft3583ft)