July 3.
Continued along in a slight rain through Bedford, crossing to Manchester, and driving by a brook in Hookset just above Pinnacle. Then through Allenstown and Pembroke, with its long street, to Loudon, leaving Concord on the left.
Along the sandy roadside in a pitch pine wood in Loudon, much apparent Calystegia spithamaza in bloom, but I think with reddish flowers. Probably same with my New Bedford plant.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 3, 1858
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