Journey into Summer: A Naturalist's Record of a 19,000-Mile Journey through the North American Summer

Journey into Summer: A Naturalist's Record of a 19,000-Mile Journey through the North American Summer

Journey into Summer: A Naturalist's Record of a 19,000-Mile Journey through the North American Summer

Journey into Summer: A Naturalist's Record of a 19,000-Mile Journey through the North American Summer

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DOWN the long drop of the mountainside Lafayette Brook trailed the white thread of its foaming waters. Its headlong descent carried it seventy feet beneath the green bridge rail against which we leaned in the June dawn. Below us forested slopes fell away in a long toboggan out onto the valley floor. Behind us the Franconia Mountains rose darkly, hunching shoulders of stone against the sunrise, flinging an immense shadow mile after mile over the outspread land below.

As we watched, the farther edge of this shadow crept stealthily toward us. No direct movement caught our eye. But each time we glanced back more of the valley lay in sunshine. Over the roads and pastures, over the barns and houses, over Gale River and Meadow Brook, the narrowing shade trailed its farther edge. The invisible sun behind us rose; the visible shadow before us shrank. The effect was a curious illusion. Dawn and the light of the day seemed advancing toward us not out of the familiar east but out of the foreign west.

Here in this same spot, on this same bridge, just north of Franconia Notch in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, we had leaned against this same rail at the end of our long journey north with the spring. Here we had watched, over the valley, the flames of sunset ebbing slowly away. That was the sundown; this was the dawn. That was the end of a jour-

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