Lichen Tufts - From the Alleghanies #231269

So running the gauntlet of all manner of croaking prophecies about colds and rheumatisms, and spiders crawling into our ears, and caterpillars creeping in at our mouths, and of all manner of shocked proprieties wagging dissenting heads at us, and a prospective storm of I told you so's! To hail our disappointed and untimely return, we packed up our bed and board in the narrowest possible compass, and went off, like over grown children, to play in the woods.