many strange looking rocks, it was a grand sight to see the huge waves dash against them jump up more than a hundred feet
in the air in pure whtie foam. Thick broad mossy? wilder far more beautiful than the Yosemite waterfalls. That was on Sunday
the wind was so strong that the sailors called it a gale. I often thought of you when the sea was so beautiful wild wished
you could be with me to see it. Some day you will I hope. You must write to me at Glacier Bay Alaska. Goodbye