Entry 12
Another entry from my father. I've kept much of the crossed out material, but not all. It's clear that Matt is much more hesitant as he composes, or perhaps more prone to rephrasing.
[In Ruth's hand]
[In Matt's hand]
Saturday July Aug. 1, '31.
Saturday morning Aunt Ruth said what time is it, I said about 3 o'clock. We go up soon after and when we found out the time after leaving camp we figured it had been around 5 o'clock. She had asked me and I had answered and turned over to sleep. Said good by to the Bassfords and got out to the highway around 7:30. Waited until nine and saw the the Postman that was to pick us up go by without stopping with a look. We hiked to where they were graveling the road and got a ride as far as one of the gravel trucks went. We walked on and came to a point with a beautiful view [a?] road woundde with the up steeply below us. It proved to be our source of another ride. This time it was a truck carrying beach sand. I road with the folks in the back of the truck. Aunt Ruth rode with the driver. An oil truck met us and we transferred to it. He went farther than the other man. We road through beautiful forests on the old Coast route. Came to Hecata bridge, work is being pushed fast down here. Saw the entrance to the tunnel at the end of the bridge. Wound around the hill at Hecata Point and rode a few miles further. Walked through terrible dust and finally got a ride on a load of logs pulled by a Cletrack tractor. Rode to Ten Mile Creek and walked from there to a free auto camp. The scenery is beautiful from the road. There are man little coves, some wooded and some not. We stopped at one them for the night. All the evergreens are Spruce around here.
Dinner. Pancakes
Baked beans
Apples
Sunday August 2nd.
Breakfast Pancakes
Bacon
Apples
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