Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Drinks again at the “Parlor” where some young fellows were playing Jazz on an old record-player. Any other music would have been out of place here –; In the morning a dense creamy-like fog obliterated almost everything from sight – It had a strong acrid odor and taste. K- said his tongue felt as if he has been licking brass door-knobs all night.; Breakfast at 6:30, and on our way by seven (no shops open so we could not buy any food to take along -) –; We had not been on our way very long when the sun began to pierce the fog – a wonderful effect – as if the whole southeast sky was a huge sun.; We began to get hungry and thirsty –Travis said the next village was “Highland Town” but as we went on and on, and came to no such place, we declared it was only a myth that such a place existed – However we did finally come to it, and there we had our inevitable birch beer and ice-cream.