We got up to the end of navigation - nearly to Dug Mt. brook, about eleven, and clambered along the shore (past a new camp just making) and into the woods and along the river to a delightful little place where fires had been made and where there was a spring. Here the boys left us - plunging across the creek and disappearing into the woods. Bess made a fire & fixed the coffee &c and Mame & I went back along the trail and picked lots of blueberries which we ate from dishes made of leaves. We also had fine coffee, toast & perfectly delicious bacon. Cooked on a hot rock &c. &c. It tasted "bully". About two - or after - we started off on the "trail" (leaving all extras behind). It was the lovliest one imaginable first up along the river - rippling and piney - and clambering up and down - logs & balsam and bunch berries and ferns &c. &c. with lovely glimpes thro' the trees. Finally we turned away from the river and went up thro' a field (?) of brakes - as high as our shoulders and then thro' goldenwood &c into a tamarack clearing with clumps of larches and "merry birds" (as Ruth Perin calls them) - Heard white throats &c. Then we had lovely views of
We got up to the end of navigation - nearly to Dug Mt. brook, about eleven, and clambered along the shore (past a new camp just making) and into the woods and along the river to a delightful little place where fires had been made and where there was a spring. Here the boys left us - plunging across the creek and disappearing into the woods. Bess made a fire & fixed the coffee &c and Mame & I went back along the trail and picked lots of blueberries which we ate from dishes made of leaves. We also had fine coffee, toast & perfectly delicious bacon. Cooked on a hot rock &c. &c. It tasted "bully". About two - or after - we started off on the "trail" (leaving all extras behind). It was the lovliest one imaginable first up along the river - rippling and piney - and clambering up and down - logs & balsam and bunch berries and ferns &c. &c. with lovely glimpes thro' the trees. Finally we turned away from the river and went up thro' a field (?) of brakes - as high as our shoulders and then thro' goldenwood &c into a tamarack clearing with clumps of larches and "merry birds" (as Ruth Perin calls them) - Heard white throats &c. Then we had lovely views of
We got up to the end of navigation - nearly to Dug Mt. brook, about eleven, and clambered along the shore (past a new camp just making) and into the woods and along the river to a delightful little place where fires had been made and where there was a spring. Here the boys left us - plunging across the creek and disappearing into the woods. Bess made a fire & fixed the coffee &c and Mame & I went back along the trail and picked lots of blueberries which we ate from dishes made of leaves. We also had fine coffee, toast & perfectly delicious bacon. Cooked on a hot rock &c. &c. It tasted "bully". About two - or after - we started off on the "trail" (leaving all extras behind). It was the lovliest one imaginable first up along the river - rippling and piney - and clambering up and down - logs & balsam and bunch berries and ferns &c. &c. with lovely glimpes thro' the trees. Finally we turned away from the river and went up thro' a field (?) of brakes - as high as our shoulders and then thro' goldenwood &c into a tamarack clearing with clumps of larches and "merry birds" (as Ruth Perin calls them) - Heard white throats &c. Then we had lovely views of
