Ls The Mountaimeer 
It was up-hill work from Milridge Creek to the Hoeback, 
but once up, the best of all the trip stretched out before us. 
For the first time the great triangle of peaks became complete 
and everywhere as far as eye could reach in infinite variety of 
contour stretched 
the mountains of 
the Caseade Range, 
while just ahead 
Goat Roeks seemed 
struggling to con- 
ceal Mt. Adams. 
Going’ over onto 
the eastern slope 
of the Hogback 
the new members 
had hear rst 
snow work and learned what switch-back meant and the order, 
Photograph by Chas. S. Gleason 
SHOE LAKE 
“Alpen-stock above you.” 
Just below the Hoeback, 6200 feet above sea level, in a 
erater-like depression, nestles Shoe Lake, destined to be our 
home for three nights and two days. A most delightful camp 
it proved, sheltered as it was from cold winds, with good graz- 
ing for the horses, plenty of room and water and sunshine for 
the lone deferred laundry, and a fine bathing pool beyond the 
wooded point. At sunset and at sunrise, too, an invigorating 
climb of twenty minutes put one where he left the world and 
the kingdoms of it were at his feet. Beyond the deep chasms 
of the Tieton rose Goat Rocks and somewhere on those moun- 
tains was a cache, provisions for many days to come, but there 
was no trail across. At a general assembly it was thought best 
to send down to Russell’s ranch for fresh meat and information 
about trails. Leader Belt and Dr. Hinman made the thirty- 
mile trip and found David MeColl, a Seoteh lad and sheep- 
herder, who said he could take the horses to Goat Rocks with- 
out descending deep into the valley of the Tieton. 
A hard day was expected on leaving Shoe Lake and each 
horse in the pack train had a leader, but the freshly blazed 
trail proved one of the most delightful of the trip. Keeping 
on the high ground of the divide, between the North Fork of 
the Tieton and the Clear Fork of the Cowlitz, we reached in 
mid-afternoon a charming mountain meadow bounded on one 
