July 19. Wed.
the thermometer was 54° – and a hearth fire going – when we got down
to breakfast a little before nine. The breakfast was passable – but
the coffee the worst ever. The man who smoked and looked was
present. Trudy and I took a walk
up by the old coach and across a funny little bridge over the inlet and
down on the pier and about the piazza. Then came in and sat by the
big window in rocking chair – listening to piano and mandolin
(musicians in overcoats – the cold corner of the room) and chatting
and I wrote a letter, too. The man with the pipe was there also, and
on the pier. When we departed, at 10:45 on the double-decker "C.L.
Stowell"! We sat in front of the pilot house with my steamer rug
wound about us and our collars turned up and rather en- joyed seeing
the camp and hotels and lake views and cloud–pictures (it was
clearing again) First we stopped at “Rocky Point
Inn” – which has two “sea" views and a bathing beach and a
summer house on the point. Then we went over to “Cedar Island
House” – with a quaint, comfy looking log boat house
and
1899.
July 19. Wed.
the thermometer was 54° – and a hearth fire going – when we got down
to breakfast a little before nine. The breakfast was passable – but
the coffee the worst ever. The man who smoked and looked was
present. Trudy and I took a walk
up by the old coach and across a funny little bridge over the inlet and
down on the pier and about the piazza. Then came in and sat by the
big window in rocking chair – listening to piano and mandolin
(musicians in overcoats – the cold corner of the room) and chatting
and I wrote a letter, too. The man with the pipe was there also, and
on the pier. When we departed, at 10:45 on the double-decker "C.L.
Stowell"! We sat in front of the pilot house with my steamer rug
wound about us and our collars turned up and rather en- joyed seeing
the camp and hotels and lake views and cloud–pictures (it was
clearing again) First we stopped at “Rocky Point
Inn” – which has two “sea" views and a bathing beach and a
summer house on the point. Then we went over to “Cedar Island
House” – with a quaint, comfy looking log boat house
and
1899.
July 19. Wed.
the thermometer was 54° – and a hearth fire going – when we got down
to breakfast a little before nine. The breakfast was passable – but
the coffee the worst ever. The man who smoked and looked was
present. Trudy and I took a walk
up by the old coach and across a funny little bridge over the inlet and
down on the pier and about the piazza. Then came in and sat by the
big window in rocking chair – listening to piano and mandolin
(musicians in overcoats – the cold corner of the room) and chatting
and I wrote a letter, too. The man with the pipe was there also, and
on the pier. When we departed, at 10:45 on the double-decker "C.L.
Stowell"! We sat in front of the pilot house with my steamer rug
wound about us and our collars turned up and rather en- joyed seeing
the camp and hotels and lake views and cloud–pictures (it was
clearing again) First we stopped at “Rocky Point
Inn” – which has two “sea" views and a bathing beach and a
summer house on the point. Then we went over to “Cedar Island
House” – with a quaint, comfy looking log boat house
and
