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I: "Good-bye, Walter, and thanks so much for looking out for us so well." (Hand him money.) Walter: "Thank you, Mr. Craton. I certainly appreciate this. The wife and I can go places on that." (He rolls the bills between his palms) I: "Well, it isn't much but---" Walter: "It's a lot to me. (Pause) You know, Mr. Craton, we've talked a lot around here about you. The girls asked me who I thought was the best looking man in camp and I told them you. You know, you don't look like a man with a family at all. You look more like -- well, a playboy." I don't remember just what I said to that one. But we said good-bye. Walter is one real guy. Said that every year, he said he wouldn't come back but he's been coming back to Shanty Shane for ten years. We bid farewell to everyone and packed the car, pulling out about 10:15. We drove down to Brattleboro and then over the mountains to Bennington, thence to Troy, Schenectady and onto Cherry Valley at Duanesburg. Had an box lunch from Shanty Shane near Brattleboro. We wanted to land in a good cabin camp but the only really good one we saw was full so we kept pushing west toward evening. Willie was getting more tired by the minute, her back hurting her again, so we dodged a storm into Utica and put up at the Hotel Utica for the night, a bit jittery, and Roger complaining of car sickness a new fad of his. Had two rooms with double beds and I slept with Rog. Between his kicking me all night, the stifling heat and the New York Central's
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