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Charles E. H. Bates Family Correspondence, 1922-1923

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at us, this never happened in N.Y. state. The wearther is beautiful for hiking, and not very hot for August.

I am anxious to get home so that I can hear from you again, I feel lost without a letter now and then, such a lonesome feeling, as though I had put a few more thousands of miles between us. Just think! If you arrive in N.Y. around the 14th of Sept. as you said, it is less than a month.

Sneddie, I can't wait, its too good to be true. I expect to be back around Labor Day, whenever that is. Doubt if we get to Montreal its 600 miles from Portland, but will come back by Lake George, and the Adirondacks and down the Hudson. Please sweetheart, take a trip like this with me sometime.

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Monday, Aug. 27,

Sweetheart,

We are now in a hotel in Rumford, Maine — sixty miles from Rangely on our home ward way, at least on our way to Lake George. It has been a very slow day, as once more we got off the state road and walked miles on a back country road with no hitches, the other two are very poor hikers, expect mountainous country to have level roads, and complain at the foot of every hill, and tire out very easily. I enjoy hills and would have a much better time with more congenial people, you for instance.

We stayed three days in Rangely, arrived late Friday afternoon, went to a hotel and were informed that the rates were eight dollars a day each, quite a shock, so we scouted around and finally located a room in a very nice and perfectly immaculate house

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Sweetheart;

It is now six-twenty A.M. and I haven't been to bed yet, had no bet to go to, last night we camped out at Lake George. Two hundred and sixty miles from N.Y. and as I lay on a hillside under the stars, thinking of you. I suddenly decided that I simply had to reach N.Y. today. I had to read your letters there waiting for me. The task seemed impossible, I had to tactfully keep Peggy and Ruth moving, suggesting at the end of each ride that we take one more hitch, until we reached Newburgh, then we took a ride in a huge wholesale grocery truck

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