28 The Mountaineer 
the summit each season by the guides, and climbing hand over 
hand, reached the summit, elevation 11,225 feet, at 12 o'clock. 
The steep climb was a novel experience for Mountaineers 
accustomed to climb the massive snow-covered domes of our 
Washington mountain peaks, and when we reached the sum- 
mit we found not snow and ice, but bare voleanie rock. 
The view of the Willamette valley on the west was ob- 
secured by heavy clouds, but to the north and east was spread 
the beautiful panorama of the Columbia valley, while beyond 
were miles and miles of Washington wheat-fields, and on the 
northern horizon stood our old friend Mt. Adams upon whose 
mighty snow cap, 12,307 feet above the sea, we had stood just 
one week before. Beyond Adams, above the clouds, was the 
summit of old Rainier, 14,526 feet high. To the east and south- 
east through broken clouds we caught glimpses of the great 
plains of Eastern Oregon, while in the south rose the pinnacle 
of Mt. Jefferson and beyond the Three Sisters. 
After lunch on the summit under the lea of a pile of rock 
to escape the biting wind and an hour spent in photographing 
the scenery upon our memory and ourselves with the camera, 
we began the descent backward down the rope hand under 
hand, then coasted down a mile of snow slope and were in 
camp by 3:30, happy that we could carve the names of two 
mountains upon our alpenstocks for the year 1911. 
Tuesday we walked twelve miles to Parkdale, took the 
train to Hood River and the steamer down the Columbia to 
Vancouver, and reached Seattle Wednesday morning, August 9. 
