a2 The Mountaineer 
ascent as no records exist of a previous attempt. Then we 
started back again, down past the domes and spires of the 
Woods Creek Canyon, past its meadows, shoulder high with 
columbine, monkshood and tiger lilies, through Paradise Val- 
ley and past Mist Falls to the Sentinel camp again. 
So much more could be told of those eventful four weeks— 
how some of us made a sixty-mile detour from the Paradise 
camp across Pinchot Pass and the headwaters of the South 
Fork of the Kings River, over Ruskin Pass and down Cartridge 
Creek to the Middle Fork of the Kings and back by way of 
Granite Pass; how some climbed Split Mountain, southern- 
most peak of the Palisade group; how others visited Tehipite 
Valley and returned by Happy Gap; how others still explored 
Roaring River Basin and Deadman Canyon. What wonderful 
campfire entertainments we had too, the prizefight and the 
circus, the most ingenious shows that were ever conceived in 
the mind of Sierran or costumed from his inexhaustible dun- 
nage bag. All too soon it was over and we were leaving the 
alpine meadows and valleys behind us and returning to the 
forest country, on the homeward trail. 
Taken as a whole this tenth outing was perhaps the most 
successful the Sierra Club has ever held. The details of man- 
agement were less exacting than on last summer’s outing where 
only once during our four week’s circuit of the Yosemite Na- 
tional Park did we spend more than five nights in the same 
spot, the main camp being shifted fourteen times. Never be- 
fore, certainly, have we traversed so great an area of country— 
from Quail Flat to Kearsarge Pass, from the Palisades to 
Mount Whitney—and this is the more noteworthy in that this 
region is the most rugged in all California, much of it as vet 
untraversed by trails, while many of those trails marked on 
the government maps are old sheep routes for years fallen into 
disuse and now hardly to be traced. But to many of us un- 
trodden paths are the most alluring and the days spent in the 
wild, lonely regions in the very heart of the Sierra are the 
golden ones that we best love to recall. 
