The road descended in a quiet red curve between pines . . . descended to a mass of lighter green willows, where a creek ran beneath a stone bridge . . . (FD: 230) They drove down the valley road and turned off toward the hills, where the road mounted presently in long curves among dark pines. . . . The road wound on, with changing sunshot vistas of the valley and the opposite hills beyond at every turn. . . . At last they topped a hill. Below them the road sank, then flattened away toward a line of willows, crossed a stone bridge and rose again curving redly from sight among the pines . . . (FD: 291)