June 21, 1853

from the journal of
Henry David Thoreau:

June 21, 1853/

The warmest day yet.
For the last two days I have worn nothing about my neck.
This change or putting off of clothes is, methinks, as good an evidence of the increasing warmth of the weather as meteorological instruments.
I thought it was hot weather perchance, when, a month ago, I slept with a window wide open and laid aside a comfortable, but by and by I found that I had got two windows open, and tonight two windows and the door are far from enough.

outside Ruby Canyon (top)
Ruby Canyon (middle)
Ruby Canyon (below)