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94 forest, and they turned from bluish-green to black. We were absolutely delighted with our trip. It was glorious. We built a fire high up on the ridge and cooked beans and dogs. They tasted great. We ate the dogs, standing on some log and gazing away across the valley toward the misty horizon where the towering peaks looked almost like clouds in the distance. The opposite hills were flaming red, gold, yellow-brown and orange. The river wound along among the fields far below us. It was like glass and bright blue like the sky. Oh, it was perfectly marvelous! I wish you might've been there with me. It was almost as wonderful as the sea, but not quite –- no, there is nothing like the vastness of the sea. [[There is an actual pressed oak leaf here, attached to the page with gummed perforation reinforcements]] (Above is a leaf which was growing on a Mohawk Valley oak tree in October 1925. It was scarlet then. It is probably one of the few leaves of the multi-billion leaf crop that fall, that is preserved today.) [[underline]]To Mother, October 21, 1925[[/underline]]: I studied later in the evening, drawing several vector diagrams in my thesis and writing the derivation of the electromotive force equation. Tonight I want to do some more studying as there are some very specific things I want to look up, such as the derivation of the formula for "P sub-zero," or the kilowatts to displace the rotor one electrical radian, and also the theory of the elimination of circulating currents in delta-connected machines by doing away with the third harmonic voltage by selection of the right slot throw. See how learned I shall be? Does all that sound like poetry? No, but it [[underline]]is[[/underline]] interesting if one really gets to the bottom of it, and that is what I intend to do.