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The Mountaineer 
Rising eall was sounded early Saturday morning and break- 
fast was over in time to give the ladies a chance to do their 
first shopping in three weeks before the train left for Park- 
dale, twenty-three miles up the Hood river valley. 
Luneh was served from our own supplies at Parkdale, 
elevation 1800 feet, and at one o'clock we started on a twelve- 
mile hike along the wagon road up the north side of Mt. Hood. 
It was hot and the road was dusty and a steady uphill pull, 
but three weeks spent in the open and one hundred and seventy- 
five miles of trampine mountain trails had made the party “fit.” 
The first five miles was among the fruit farms of the upper val- 
ley, the last seven through dense pine forest to camp about 
600 feet below timber line near Cloud Cap Inn, a typical sum- 
mer resort hotel at an elevation of 5800 feet. 
Sunday was spent resting for the climb on the morrow, 
studying the route up the mountain, photographing the peak 
with and without a cloudeap, talking with Miller, the mountairt 
euide who frankly admitted that a party of Mountaineers did 
not need his services, and in observing the guests of the Inn 
and permitting them to observe us to our mutual edification, 
khaki suits, calked boots, alpenstocks and tanned faces making 
a striking contrast with white flannels, tennis shoes, parasols 
and lly white complexions. 
We invited the guests to visit our camp and they proved 
to be “good fellows all”, showed great interest in our sleeping- 
bags and camp equipment and said they enjoyed our camp-fire 
songs and the stories we told of our long hike. 
Mt. Hood stands in the dooryard of Cloud Cap Inn, or just 
over the fence, and towers over 5000 feet above it. Sweeping 
down directly toward the Inn les the magnificent Elliott 
Glacier. 
By 4:30 o’clock Monday morning we had had breakfast 
and sixteen of the party started on the climb. Our route 
was along the east side of Elliott Glacier to the summit of 
Cooper’s Spur three miles away and 2800 feet above camp. 
We then turned to the right and climbed the steep snow-field 
at the head of Newton Clark Glacier to Crescent Crevasse where 
the slope became steeper and reached an angle of sixty-five 
degrees which it maintained to the summit. From this point 
we availed ourselves of the rope 1400 feet long anchored near 
