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folk did they await the serving. Scrambling to their feet and 
emitting loud cries of joy, they ran for places in line and 
gloated visibly over their filled plates. 
The most notable event of our stay at Vidette Camp was 
the attempt to get pack animals and fish cans over the Kings: 
Kern Divide by means of a pass between Junction Peak and 
Mount Stanford. A group of knapsackers planned to cross 
this pass afoot, climb Mount Whitney (14,501 ft.) and return 
by way of Harrison Pass and Mount Brewer. The plan was 
to take along a couple of pack animals and try to transplant 
some of the famous golden trout from Whitney Creek to the 
Kings watershed. Unfortunately the attempt had to be aban- 
doned as the southern side of the pass was found to be too 
difficult. So the animals were sent back and the knapsackers 
pursued their way alone. 
The rest of us found plenty to occupy our attention for a 
week. <Ascents of University Peak (18,588 ft.), Rixford 
(12,856), Gould (13,001), Keith (13,990) and Stanford 
(13,983), trips to the Kearsarge Pass, to Charlotte and Bull- 
frog Lakes, to Center Basin and the beautiful group of lakes 
lying between the West and East Videttes were made by many 
parties, and the latter peak was conquered by two young men, 
who, finding no records on its summit, could claim the honor 
of a first ascent. 
On breaking camp at Vidette Meadows a party of about 
fifty journeyed up East Creek and made the ascent of Mount 
Brewer (15,577 ft.), a mountain commanding one of the finest 
views in the Sierra as it stands somewhat away from the main 
summit crest. Several other parties, about twenty people in 
all, knapsacked across country, over Glenn Pass, to Rae Lake, 
Imaking camp there for several days before joining their com- 
panions in Paradise Valley. 
The main party returned to the Sentinel camp, remained 
but a day, and then started out again, up the Kings to its 
junction with Woods Creek in Paradise Valley. Here a camp 
was established for another week. Goat Mountain was climbed 
(12,203 ft.) and Arrow Peak (12,927) and then calamity over- 
took us, for it rained, not the brief afternoon thunder shower 
that one expects to encounter once at least during the outing, 
but an outrageous, unheard of downpour that lasted from 
eleven in the morning until nine at night. Motley, indeed was 
