I finished transcribing the first The Shores of Silver Lake manuscript today. Near the end, Laura wrote that sometimes she and Mary went to the top of the hill behind the stable (where the LIW Memorial Society marker is today; the house was not there; it was on a low rise to the east) and they would watch how the sun “grew into a great ball as it sank out of sight and of the beautiful colors it left floating in the sky like silken robes trailing.” That reminded me of the picture I took of a De Smet sunset one night. Enjoy.