Letters to a Friend 



I would rather have you in September and 

 October than at any other time, but a few 

 weeks of this white water would be very glori 

 ous. Merrill Moores, who was with me in 

 Wisconsin and at your Madison home, will 

 be here soon to spend a good big block of a 

 while with me. Why can't you let Allie join 

 him? 



For the last week our valley has been a lake 

 and my shanty is in flood. But the walls about 

 us are white this morning with snow, which 

 has checked the free life of our torrents, and 

 the meadows will soon be walkable again. The 

 snow fell last night and this morning. The falls 

 will sing loud and long this year, and the moun 

 tains are fat in thick snow that the sun will 

 find hard to fry. 



Midnight. 



O Mrs. Carr, that you could be here to min 

 gle in this night moon glory! I am in the Upper 

 Yosemite Falls and can hardly calm to write, 

 but, from my thick baptism an hour ago, you 

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