4 above the shorn wheatfields, Ursa major pictured the northern sky The Milkyway curved sublimely through the broad cast
stars like some grand celestial moraine with planets for boulders, the whole night shone resplendent adorned with that calm
imperishable beauty it has worn unchanged from the beginning I slept at Turlock next morning faced the Sierra set out through
the sand afoot the freedom I felt was exhilarating the burning heat thirst faintness could wh make it less. Before I had walked
ten miles I was wearied footsore but it was real earnest work I liked it. Any kind of simple natural destruction is preferable
to the numb dumb apathetic deaths of a town 00691