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back in the wilderness. At one point on the upward climb, we stopped and looked back over the valley a thousand feet below us. It was a little hazy but the view wonderful all the same. The coloring of the trees was beautiful even though the leaves were nearly gone. The general effect was that of pale lavender, the same you spoke of. Knight's cabin is almost the last one on the trail and is a couple of hundred yards from the lake, which is now just visible through the sparse trees, or should I say, foliage. We spent the latter part of the afternoon in cutting wood, building the fire in the stove and fireplace, getting water, etc. Had a great supper of beans, rolls, coffee, bacon and such things. In the evening, we played cards and talked around the fire, going to bed at 9:30. The moon was out full Saturday night and we all had a long look at that before turning in. It was blue-white, brilliant, and the entire sky was filled up with little thin white clouds that the moonlight turned into a regular white lacework all over the sky. It was a beautiful night. With lots of blankets, we were warm but woke up to find the house rather chilly, 24 [[degrees]] to be precise, and 19 [[degrees]] outdoors. However a quickly made fire soon remedied that difficulty and by breakfast time, it was 77 [[degrees]] in the living room. Frank and Knight took an hour and a half walk before breakfast in search of game but didn't even get a shot, for which I was secretly glad. Sunday we spent in walking, eating, working around the camp, and finally driving home, 35 miles through moonlight so bright the headlights were superfluous. I loved that ride. It was beautiful. I took myself off alone once yesterday afternoon to enjoy the beauty of the autumn woods. Somehow I can't enjoy something like that when I'm with someone who can't see anything it it, so I prefer to be alone unless there is a You or a Willie or a Jim maybe, to appreciate it with me. We arrived safely home again last night at 9:30, tired but nevertheless feeling we had spent the weekend in a very worthwhile way.

[[underline]] To Willie, November 2, 1925: [[/underline]] You would have loved the woods this weekend, for they were gorgeous even though there were few leaves left. The whole effect of the scenes seemed to be pale lavender. And then toward sunset, the whole forest was bathed in a beautiful golden-brown light, a result of the carpet of brown leaves that covered the ground everywhere. The sunset looked cold but still beautiful. It was light rose and blue, not the flaming farewell of a summer day. The little lake (Lake Desolation) was a cold gray-blue too as it lay down there among the trees. In the distance was a gray-brown ridge and far away beyond that, just like a part of the sky, was the waving line of the mountain tops, just visible in the hazy distance. And Saturday night, the moon was as brilliant a white as a huge arc lamp in the sky. The entire zenith was covered with little thin intermittent clouds that gleamed like a great piece of white lace all across the heavens. It was a glorious night, with the