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2 the journey was a mule ride of just one hour, which with the return journey, chafed me so badly that my clothes were sticking
to the sores for the next several days. Still I enjoyed the trip immensely. One of my nephews acompanied me. This was about
the middle of June, there was a good deal of cool weather with foggy mornings, and the change from nearly 3 weeks of Texas
nineties, gave me lumbago, that held on to me for about 3 week, and limited my activities considerably. Had it not been for
that I would have gone out to your place, and seen whoever might have been there belonging to you. Helen is the only one I
know. Not being certain of seeing her, and being in such uncertain condition, I concluded not to go. However I entirely recovered
from the lumbago before leaving Frisco, and was in fine condition all the rest of journey. In going northward it was pleasant
for me to observe the gradual increase in the growth of timber, and getting up to Oregon, to find our northern grains and
grasses growing luxuriantly. Notably timothy and the clovers. Like getting back to old friends. This growth seemed to be increasing
all the way to Vancouver. I had daylight travel, when I had night travel on the previous journey. We passed the lordly Shasta
late in the forenoon. I had two good distant views of Mount Hood, which appears like a true cone. A good view also of Massive
Ranier; but had a better one once before. I had nine very enjoyable days at Portland; had a good nephew with his nice family
to lodge with. 3 interesting days at Seattle most all the time in company with old Milwaukee friends. A full day at Everett.
A short stop at Victoria; and four remarkably pleasant days at Vancouver. I met some old friends and relatives that I had
not seen for 40 years. Besides the big saw mills