river with the tide. Took a foggy picture of the bridge, passing by. We rowed two miles or so up the river, I should think, a most mysterious trip. Things looming thro' the fog. A few rocks - a marshy place - a distant shore with greens and blues or purple and browns - an elm standing out against something dark (a forest ?) dunes - curves - lost bends & whirls in the river &c. &c. It was de- lightful. Near the upper end Mrs. Day, Miss Day, "young Mr. Littlefield", & the Day children overtook us in a boat, and we finally turned across and landed where we heard sounds of fresh running water - and behold! a beautiful mass of stones - a ruined mill-dam and mill - cascades - flowers - rocks & beauty abounding. We climbed the rocks and Alice & Mrs. Day sought botanical treasures - while I tried my Kodak - Mrs. Miller looking on. We climbed to the top of the old mill ruins and there found a tangle of luscious red raspberries and black berries - more that we could stow away. And Wiltsie picking handfuls in reserve for us - à la-Brer Robin. We left at about the turn of the tide - 4:15 - and floated and round slowly back again. The fog had
river with the tide. Took a foggy picture of the bridge, passing by. We rowed two miles or so up the river, I should think, a most mysterious trip. Things looming thro' the fog. A few rocks - a marshy place - a distant shore with greens and blues or purple and browns - an elm standing out against something dark (a forest ?) dunes - curves - lost bends & whirls in the river &c. &c. It was de- lightful. Near the upper end Mrs. Day, Miss Day, "young Mr. Littlefield", & the Day children overtook us in a boat, and we finally turned across and landed where we heard sounds of fresh running water - and behold! a beautiful mass of stones - a ruined mill-dam and mill - cascades - flowers - rocks & beauty abounding. We climbed the rocks and Alice & Mrs. Day sought botanical treasures - while I tried my Kodak - Mrs. Miller looking on. We climbed to the top of the old mill ruins and there found a tangle of luscious red raspberries and black berries - more that we could stow away. And Wiltsie picking handfuls in reserve for us - à la-Brer Robin. We left at about the turn of the tide - 4:15 - and floated and round slowly back again. The fog had
river with the tide. Took a foggy picture of the bridge, passing by. We rowed two miles or so up the river, I should think, a most mysterious trip. Things looming thro' the fog. A few rocks - a marshy place - a distant shore with greens and blues or purple and browns - an elm standing out against something dark (a forest ?) dunes - curves - lost bends & whirls in the river &c. &c. It was de- lightful. Near the upper end Mrs. Day, Miss Day, "young Mr. Littlefield", & the Day children overtook us in a boat, and we finally turned across and landed where we heard sounds of fresh running water - and behold! a beautiful mass of stones - a ruined mill-dam and mill - cascades - flowers - rocks & beauty abounding. We climbed the rocks and Alice & Mrs. Day sought botanical treasures - while I tried my Kodak - Mrs. Miller looking on. We climbed to the top of the old mill ruins and there found a tangle of luscious red raspberries and black berries - more that we could stow away. And Wiltsie picking handfuls in reserve for us - à la-Brer Robin. We left at about the turn of the tide - 4:15 - and floated and round slowly back again. The fog had
