July 30, 1931 - Thursday

Again we were thru before one. I read and mended stockings in the afternoon. At six o’clock George Hibbard and I went down to Castle Crest Gardens. Beautiful.

George's letter home:

Hello Mom,

I received my receipted insurance note from Dad today, and he had some encouraging news about our Lodge. I surely appreciate his paying for that and also, all those greenbacks.

I hiked down to Castel Crest Gardens to night, and it certainly is a beautiful sight. It is a little valley with high peaks rising on either side. A little creek winds all through it and is crossed and re-crossed by little log bridges. The place is just filled with wild flowers of every kind one can imagine. Beautiful is no word for it; we surely will have to visit it when you come up here. When I reached the farther end; I looked back and there was a great black bear crossing the valley’s head. Oh, it is a wild, wild country Mom.

The park never seems to leave me; each day the lake presents a new aspect and the sunsets are the most beautiful I have seen.

I do need some more stamps and I really should have more boot socks. As it is, I wear these about four days apiece. That really is too long in the heat up here.

Take care of that young canine friend of mine, and see that he behaves himself.

Love, George