30 The Mountaineer 
The Mountaineers left the train near Nason and walked 
six miles to Lake Wenatchee which proved a charming camp- 
ing site, but our acquaintance was all too brief, for next 
morning we were on our way at 5:50 a. m. We followed the 
Wenatchee River for a short distance, then the general course 
of the Chewawa River, the winding road showing occasional 
Photo Chas. Albertson 
LAKE WENATCHEE 
glimpses of beautiful river scenery; but alas, the sun beat 
down upon us relentlessly, the dust was very deep and the 
Chewawa mosquito is of a particularly vicious brand. How 
ever, When camp at Chickerman Creek was reached and bags 
and belongings disposed of and dinner eaten, weariness and 
dust were entirely forgotten. 
The third camp was at Willow Creek and the fourth at 
Buck Creek, the latter just two and a half miles from the 
permanent camp. 
The last two days were spent in a great forest of giant 
cedar and hemlock. Curtains of moss hung from trunks and 
branches and occasionally the dim religious light of this 
great forest cathedral was brightened by a little rift of sun- 
shine filtering down through the branches. 
The last two and one-half miles were steep but interest- 
ing, for leaving the large timber we found ourselves in moun- 
tain parks of alpine flowers interspersed with acres of helibore, 
and shrubbery placed as only Nature, the master landscape 
gardener, can place it. 
At last, after climbing and then more climbing, we emerged 
into Buek Creek Pass, a high alpine park of extraordinary 
beauty (5,796 feet). The trees, the alpine firs and noble firs 
