Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

It was almost dark when we reached Bellefonte—at first we thought we would stay at a hotel, & I changed my clothes to be more presentable, but then we inquired about cabins at a filling station & learned there were some good ones at Milesburg, 3 miles away on the other side of Bald Eagle Mountains. Telephoned home here. ; Down thru the gap dark & mysterious—very interesting—Reserved the last available cabin at Pine Creek—a double cottage—very cold in the night.; Up fairly early and after getting a few groceries on our way again—we left 220 at Unionville, where we headed N.W. on 504. Breakfast by the roadside—sky overcast & dark as in autumn. A chilly wind.; Shortly after here the road began to climb the mountain and quite unexpectedly we came out on a breathtaking view to the south over a seemingly illimitable extent of mountain range after mountain range—we parked here. A party had just preceded us (we eventually exchanged names, as usually happens (they were the Bairds from Illinois). After they left B & I climbed the mountain a little higher, but the view was much the same. ; A few miles from here the road descended to the Black Moshannon Lake (A name that intrigued us). We stopped briefly then went on. Amer. Legion Park 10 miles S .9 Phillipsburg—beautiful pines. ; We stopped at Phillipsburg for groceries, but found all stores were closed on Wednesday. The town was celebrating its 150th anniversary, a home-coming week. And all the Main streets were bedecked with flags, pennants & bunting. In a window of old [CD] that had been assembled for the occasion was a photograph of a 3rd or 4th grade class, made in 1903. The youngsters in this picture were so much like