"The Camp"
Sat., Apr. 18, 1925
In spite of the beautiful stars last night we awoke this morning in six inches of snow. Gritting our teeth, we ran down to the lake for a most refreshing and invigorating plunge, the water being warmer than the air. We did not loiter, however, but hurried back to the warm tent heated by our gasoline stove, where, after a good rubbing down, we tingled and glowed all over.
Having gotten the keys to The Camp we are making ourselves completely at home. We plan to stay a week or so to fix up some of Bill's grandfather's affairs in East Dorset. He died last summer and his estate has a number of loose ends to be found and tied together.