It is in the lower ravine that the real beauty of this woods is best revealed. The meagre stream trickling down the v-shaped gash in the earth is almost concealed by moss-covered logs scattered in the greenest confusion—To the west cone shaped hills rising from the ravine covered with tall hemlocks, and pines—ash, birch and slender maples and oaks,—A true North Woods feeling.
A great longing to own a piece of this land, the whole noble ravine swept over me, and remains as an obscession [sic]—
A cold wind sprang up from the north, and we left for home.
Charles E. Burchfield, April 21, 1964