Sunday, Oct 10, 1880 Sara and I took a ride out by the Roa-tina to the Flat bush road out to where it crosses over to the Saugerties road near Flat bush church, to get some ferns. I found some in those woods. We returned by the cross road near Aunt Katrines Lake. It was a beautiful warm "blue and golden" day and it seemed to both of us we had never seen the color fuller and more splendid. We thought and talked of dear Gertrude, how she loved and enjoyed such days and how she left us nearly about this time. Dear darling. These beautiful lessening Autumn days are full of her sweet memory. When I gathered these ferns today I thought of the last time we gathered any which was in the woods out near the Roa-tina and some of which I think I have still. These are the lovely days we used to spend in the mountains with Gifford and the rest of our friends. They were there awaiting us when Gertrude died and they immediately came home. How little they realized then it was the last time Gifford would be there. I have written a long letter to Eastman, one to Whittredge one to Pell and a short one to Mr. Chickering.