December 25, 1915 “It looks different than the last time we were here,” du Bois commented this morning. I laughed and rolled my eyes. A deep white blanket covered the lake, wildflowers, trees, and rocks.  “There aren’t any naked women swimming in Long Lake either,” I added. He smiled, “I’ll remember that scene for as […]

Mid-January 1916 (Hello reader, it is Corina typing. I should not be transcribing Julius’s written abandoned diary, but I was curious, compelled and felt deserted. He left me and his dog, Charlie. I am even using his typewriter since he also left it behind. It was too heavy to carry in his rucksack as he […]

December 7, 1915 Winter arrived, the snow covered the ground and did not melt. Evergreens shrouded in thick, white coats stood like ramparts guarding the town. The river still flowed. Angling remained my therapy and the time to review my conscience. I decided to stay in Steamboat, help Corina and stay out of trouble. Du […]