West of Weatherford

There's a rule in north Georgia: Don't go south of Macon. I have a new one: Don't go west of Weatherford. West Texas and New Mexico are places I don't intend to visit again. They are empty. I anticipated the flatness being a problem. I knew that seeing long distances could set off anxiety. I thought I was prepared, but I had no concept of the endless stretches of empty, and the emptier it got the uglier it appeared to my southern eyes. I need a place where there are trees, and people, and it's not over 25 miles to the next restroom. It will be good to get out of here. I'm going home.