Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Still one ravine to cross. The school bus abandoned in the woods.* Finally to the road; walk towards the car, wondering if we would find it intact. Splashing water from mud-holes on each other “oh pardon me” as we drove our feet down.
Drive to Zoar Valley at late afternoon. Decide to have our supper at the point where the road was washed out several years ago. The creek has already eaten its way to the new road and is undermining it. We built a fire in the lee of a little hill, as the wind is so cold and strong elsewhere. Bacon & wiener sandwiches; we are hungry and enjoy it. The creek near at hand with its groves of young painted saplings in the yellowing sunlight— Once three hawks sailing—never once flapping their wings.
After supper a walk eastward—amuse ourselves getting “out of step” with each other then in—by skipping. We started first with 2 steps, then 4, & 8 etc—Art ended it all by counting to 50 and at the end, we were out of step, when we should have been in.
We stayed until the moon came up in the east.
Home by the Hamburg road. Stop at a farm to get some maple syrup—The moon shining down on and thru the maple grove—
Apr. 9 (Sunday)
Ester and my birthday—A fine new leather coat from the family, and a tie from M.A. & Sally—
* We not only could not only could not understand why it was left there, but how anyone got it there… [the rest has been cropped out of the digital image]