6,126. seeing Lincoln's birthplace
6,128. train tunnels through mountains
6,129. the foundations of washed away bridges reminding me that so many came before us
6,130. American towns so old and hilly they remind me of Europe
6,131. putting a day on the calendar to come back to West Virginia with him
6,132. suppers of stew, beer, and bread
6,133. fourteen sweet, dark cherries for dessert
6,134. Mark on guitar, Lizzie on fiddle, all of us singing