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For immediate diversion we considered our homeward 

 route. The "ridgepole" must be our northern limit for 

 this journey. From Lake Memphremagog last year we 

 drove home through Franconia Notch, and from the 

 Sebago Lake trip two years ago through Crawford 

 Notch. It was Pinkham's turn. Yes, and that would 

 give us that unsurpassed drive from Jefferson to Gorham. 

 How easy it was to decide, with the thought of that 

 drive so close to the mountains which are never twice 

 alike, and North Conway would be a good mail point. 



Before we got to Jefferson Highlands, we suddenly 

 recognized a pleasant place where we camped several 

 years ago, in a large open yard, facing the mountains. 

 Once more we asked permission, which was cordially 

 granted, with assurance we were remembered. In the 

 hour and a half we were there, we kept watch of the 

 clouds as we were writing in the buggy. They had 

 threatened all the morning, and now we could distinctly 

 follow the showers, as they passed along, hiding one 

 mountain after another. They passed so rapidly, how- 

 ever, that by the time we were on our way again, the 

 first ominous clouds had given way to blue sky, and 

 before long the showers were out of sight, and the most 

 distant peak of the Presidential range was sun-glinted. 

 The bluish haze, which so marred the distant views, en- 

 tranced the beauty of the outlines and varying shades, 

 when so close to this wonderful range. Later in the 

 afternoon the sun came out bright, and the "ridgepole" 

 and clouds were forgotten, as once more we reveled in 

 the beauty and grandeur of Mts. Washington, Adams, 

 Jefferson and Madison, with the Randolph hills in the 



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