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Monday, Aug. 5 ,1895. Dear Wanda I am just about to start afoot down the Tuolumne Canon. Yesterday I climbed Mt. Connoss
with two young men who joined me at Yosemite illegible Valley and have been good bright manly company. It is about noon and
here at the foot of the Big Tuolumne Meadows we part, they returning to Yosemite and I to go alone through the canon to Natch
Hetchy and then to Crockers, and thence to Yosemite and home. I suppose I will be about two weeks in the canon. I feel pretty
well today after climbing and riding and crackers. My companions will lead back my horse, and I will be far in the wilderness
again in the old way, without blankets, but I think I can stand it about as well as ever. The flowers are lovely on the glacier
meadows and on the high mountains and you will never know how glad I am to be with them again. I am sitting on a rock by the
river and a cascade is chanting gloriously and all the old enthusiasm has come again. I will have a hard grand trip and will
be cold a little at night, but will not suffer, for I know well how to use a camp fire. I wrote to Helen before leaving Yosemite
and will write your mother when I return. Love to all. How gloriously the river is singing. Ever affectionately your father,
John Muir. Written on a page from his note book 0 3-0/1