With the longest day approaching, this picture taken at 7:30 p.m. may be the latest-in-the-day shot of this project so far. When faced with light, almost misty rain, the Irish call it a "soft day." We had a soft day in the north country. The river rose and and as always carried more countryside away.
Having explored a few of the Ottauquechee's tributaries, I can envision the rivulets bulging up their banks. I can see the tiny defiles under the trees filling and flowing, joining the real stream beds,
We crossed and recrossed the Connecticut today. The great river fairly glowed with its meal of forest earth.
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