1917 · Paul Marble Wood
Wilfred and I hunted
all morning and till
three oclock up the
creek on the north side
We dident see any
thing there was a
hard blizzard from
one thirty till three
thirty. The lake has lots
of ice on it
2001 · Lisa Barnes King

Up at 4. On the road by 5:30. I'd forgotten to fill up on gas last night, but we found an open station. Drove out under fog draped streetlights. Fog lingered till mid-day. The colors of the winter fields ease my mind. Watt laughed at me for taking many photographs of fields of dead grass. Omaha for dinner. Drove on through Nebraska and reached Sterling, Colorado by 10:30.