September 2, 1932 - Friday

George didn’t go down to the boats today so I saw him several times during the day. I went to lunch with him. Then he went over with me while I ate supper. This evening we wrote letters. I got five done, they were short 'tho. So to bed.

A letter from Ann to George's Mother:

Dear Mrs. Hibbard,

Everything up here is so mysterious and any information that you glean is so indefinite that I have no idea when I will be leaving here. I may leave before Labor Day and I may stay until the fifteenth or so. I would like to go to Portland very much before school starts. If I did go to Portland I would have to spend money so maybe it is best that I stay here. I probably won’t know until the day before I leave when I am going but don’t let that worry you because if I arrive in town unexpectedly I can check my two heaviest suitcase downtown and come out on the street car with my smallest one.

The weather up here the last few days has been ideal. After our first snowfall it got warm and it has been so clear and beautiful ever since. George spent two days on the boats and I wish you could see how pink he is. He is so uncomfortable all the time with his sunburn. For a while he was taking it in small doses and he was getting quite a lovely brown. Yesterday afternoon when he was sailor for a day I went down and spent the afternoon with him.

I certainly hope that I will be able to come to Portland and see you for a few days before I will have to go back to school.

Love, Ann

George's letter home:

Dear Mom,

You still think of me as a very little tot who is liable to be eaten by every creature in the woods, don’t you? Well fear not, in all the history of this park, there is no record of a cougar or any of his kin. Compared with other mountainous regions, this country is peculiarly devoid of wild life.

How long Anne is to remain here, we do not know; but I shall be here until the twentieth. I am driving straight from here to Portland, with Wally Shearer. We will arrive either on the twentieth or the day after, and I would like to leave for Eugene as soon as possible.

Concerning new clothes, I think a suit is out of the question. My paycheck for August only amounted to twenty-five dollars, which is hardly enough to buy billing for the lake. A new pair of shoes I would like and I think that can be arranged. You know that our fees have been raised; so that will also make a difference.

I have been a man of all work here this week. I ran the boats two days, ran the garbage truck today, and did my pot job the remaining time. Labor Day, I am to go down and help run the boats again, this time until they are housed for the winter. You should see the ruddy complexion I have suddenly acquired. Just a living advertisement for the boiled beet industry – that’s me.

Take care of that father of mine, and do not fail to cast that new chauffeur’s lid off his into the nearest creek. I am now developing a torso like an ox, a frame like a giraffe, and a bunch of muscles similar to those you find in a grizzly bear, so do tell him to start trembling early. Oh Boy! Just wait until I get started on him.

Bye, See you some more, See you soon, A Lake full of love, Love, Brother.