Camp at Clyde and Ardis's park.
I haul water from Frank’s corral across the road. My old friend Mark comes by, and so does Frank, and we have an excellent visit. I had planned on leaving for the next town early in the morning, but Frank wants to show me his wagons tomorrow, and besides wanting to see them, I’ve also been thinking about going to church in Lyndon in the morning, and by doing so, make up for washing-out earlier. Mark and Frank depart with well wishes and words of thanks. I finish chores before hitting the sack at about 10pm.