The time was well spent.

The scenery was varied and beautiful.
All the while we were climbing, for Lake Erie, to which we had to be lifted, was much above us.

We went through lovely valleys; we ran beside glistening streams and rivers; we wound around hills.

The farms were large and prosperous.

The villages were new, fresh with white paint and green blinds, hidden among flowers and shrubbery.
You see, I am eighteen and these external objects realize my dreams and stimulate them.