Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Aug 9, 1943 9Mon.) –
Yesterday P.M. B& I take Art and some of the other boy scouts to camp (below Holland) – (There were two other carloads besides ours, 11 boys in all, and the asst. scoutmaster John Allen)
After we had arrived at the entrance, there ensued a long wait, while the boys were checked over by a physician.
The day was rigorously hot, with great romantic cumulus clouds idling across the sky. When they reached the low lying wooded ridges to the east, they seemed to hover a long time, and were lit up more brilliantly than the clouds higher in the sky. The sight of them make my heart ache for the old forgotten heroic longings of my youth for strange adventures in unknown lands. – the lands of legend that lie far to the north east.
The other two couples who had brought the boys down were the Miner’s, and Hurpin’s. I was especially attracted to the latter. They were small German people, with an obvious joy in life, and sense of humor. Mrs. Hinlin was plainly pregnant, and displayed none of that so-called modesty so many expectant mothers have, which explains itself either in a refusal to appear in public, or an embarrassing self-consciousness.
At long last, the preliminary examination was over, and we set out for the boys [sic] camp – Our boys had been assigned to a group of cabins. The camp side consists of about 165 acres of ideal country – wooded hills, ravines with cold clear trout streams. Our trail led up and down hill, thru ravines etc, and we enjoyed it.