Could this clearing be Glenn's farm?
Surely she had missed it or had not gone far enough.
This was not a farm, but a slash in the forested level of the canyon floor, bare and somehow hideous.

Dead trees were standing in the lots.
They had been ringed deeply at the base by an ax, to kill them, and so prevent their foliage from shading the soil.

Carley saw a long pile of rocks that evidently had been carried from the plowed ground.

There was no neatness, no regularity, although there was abundant evidence of toil.

To clear that rugged space, to fence it, and plow it, appeared at once to Carley an extremely strenuous and useless task.