Yosemite Dec 6th 69 Dear friend Mrs Carr I am feasting in the Lords Mountain house what pen may write my blessings I am
going to dwell here all winter magnificently snowbound just think of the grandeur of mountain winter in Yo-Semite would that
you could enjoy it also I read your word of pencil upon the bridge below the Nevada I thank you for it most devoutly No one
nor all of the Lords blessings can enable me to exist without friends I know that you are a friend indeed. There is no snow
in the valley, the ground is covered with the brown yellow leaves of the oak maple their crisping rustling make one think
of the groves of Madison. I have been wandering about