A beautifull day, the sun obscured, and a cool
Surprised by a visit from Garret, he rode up at
twelve oclock. It was his intention to take Louis, and I home with him, but there was no boat.
At three oclock, we set off to ride seven miles, to see
the Dam at the Croton water works. Our ride was very pleasant the children behaving remarkably well.
The roads are very hilly in this part of the country,
I was afraid to ride down the steep hills. A severe
freshet* last winter carried away all the bridges, so we were obliged to drive through the Croton river, to reach the spot on which the new dam, is about being erected. Four hundred men are daily employed in repairing the dam, and live in huts, on the surrounding hills. Dame nature, seems to have indulged in some wild freaks in this valley; the precipitous mountains on other side of the valley through which the river runs. are steep and clothed with **verdure, to their summits.
The Croton is a small stream to supply so large a city
as New York. We had a late supper, and all slept soundly after our ride. Garret enjoyed it very much. G. brought two gallons of “Port Wine” up with him.
*Freshet; A great rise or overflowing of a stream caused by heavy or melted snow.
For more on Croton Dam , see the Croton Friends of History Blog.