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  • 115 given a map of the territory we would travel over and a list of those going along, so that we now felt at ease with our companions and with the world ahead of us. (These matters are doubtless commonplace to old Club members, but they were pleasant novelties to a new member.) After a mile or so along a dirt road we turned in at a gate, passed through a field and into the woods, following blue blaze marks. We were now under the clouds that we had seen earlier on the western horizon ahead of us. But it was cool and refreshing. No rain fell during the day and occasionally we saw the sun. Presently we were in the canyon that had been pointed out to us from the gate. The trail lead up the stream, across it, over the rocks, and across it again. The cliffs stood high on either side. We passed waterfalls and tall trees, thickets of pawpaws, banks of lush ferns, and beds of the poison ivy we had been warned about. Farther on moonseed vines in bloom clambered over the rocks, and on the ground were partridge berries, green leaves, white flowers, red berries, and all. At the top of the climb we turned left on the Bluff Trail. Tall grasses and columbine still in flower lined its easy grade, and at 1 o'clock we were at Gravelly Springs—exactly on schedule. There our leader expertly split kindling from dry wood stored in the lean-to and built a fire in the outdoor fireplace. As we enjoyed our lunch we dried our clothes wet by the brush and were fascinated by tales of doings all over the globe told by the men who had been to the wars. Some of us then climbed South Marshall for a view over the South Fork of the Shenandoah toward the Massanuttens. The view was clear enough to be satisfying but misty enough to be mysterious. We sat on the rocks admiring it and the plants growing nearer by: purple bluets in bloom, alum root, stonecrop, and crowpoison, and one of us tried vainly to teach a small bird to whistle grand opera. From then on it was down hill all the way, first through woods and then out to the dirt road again and past hill farms back to the bus. There we took time to soak our feet in the creek and to change socks so as to be comfortable on the ride back. At the Coffee Shoppe in Warrenton a good chicken dinner was waiting for us, and we were ready for it. In the last lingering light we drove in to Washington, happy, pleasantly weary, and wanting to go again. —Jesse H. Buell Picnic, Rock Creek Park, July 13, 1946.—About 130 members of the Club's membership of 500 gathered for the annual P. A. T. C. picnic at Rock Creek Park on Saturday evening, July 13. This has been an annual event since 1942, when it was started on account of the curtailment of the Club's activities because of the war. There was a record turnout; many old as well as new faces were present. The weather was perfect. Mr. Daggitt brought several varieties of honey to sweeten the coffee and eat on rolls. This was greatly appreciated by everyone. Several members brought their babies and small children. Evidently they are breaking them in young to the activities of the Club. The high spot of the evening occurred after we had eaten our picnic supper, when President Schmeckebier conferred upon Charles Thomas life membership in the Club because of his long, active, and faithful service. Everyone was very glad as "Charlie" is greatly beloved by all who know him. We then gathered around the camp fire and sang old songs and visited. At 8:45 about 40 of us took a two-hour delightful moonlight hike through the park. There was a beautiful full moon and the stars shown with great brilliance. All those present appeared most enthusiastic over the pleasant evening they had had visiting with old friends, many of whom they hadn't seen for several years. —Ernest H. Bailey
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