60 The Mountaineer 
NOTES OF OTHER CLUBS. 
The Mazamas, about forty in number, left Port- 
land the morning of August 2d, 1911, for Seattle, 
and on to Wenatchee that night, taking the 
steamboat up the Columbia the next day to Chelan Falls; staged up 
to Lakeside, and from there a small steamer took them up Lake 
Chelan to Stehekin, at the upper end of the lake, arriving that even- 
ing, August 3d. 
They left the next day, proceeding to Bullion, ten miles up the 
Stehekin river, where they camped over night at the fork of Bridge 
Creek and Agnes Creek trail, near the ranger’s cabin. The next day 
Glacier Peak Outing 
of the Mazama Club 
they walked over the trail, up the south fork of Agnes Creek, to a 
cabin several miles below Cloudy and Suiattle passes. The day fol- 
lowing they kept on over Suiattle Pass, down the canyon, to the ford 
below Glacier Mine, and over the two divides to Buck Creek Pass, 
where the main camp was established at the same place the Moun- 
taineers had chosen the year previous. 
The weather going in was cloudy and threatening, with fog and 
occasional showers, but cleared the second day after making the 
main camp. 
The writer came into camp several days late, having come down 
from the outing of the Alpine Club of Canada, where he represented 
the Mazamas, and met P. M. McGregor, representing the Moun- 
taineers, who will confirm the statement that the Canadian Rockies 
is a most alluring place for mountain enthusiasts to visit. 
I arrived in camp August 11th, the day the Mazamas made their 
official climb. They had left camp the day previous, following the 
Mountaineers’ trail over Little and Big Suiattle, across Chocolate 
Creek, and up the ridge above Chocolate Glacier, making camp a few 
hundred yards below the site selected by the Mountaineers. After a 
successful climb on August 11th, all making the summit, four of the 
party returned to the main camp the same day, the others staying 
over night at the upper camp and returning leisurely the next day. 
The next morning a party of six, two ladies and four men, with 
sleeping bags and provisions, started on a knapsack trip for Glacier 
Peak, taking the route the main party had taken, and reaching their 
camp site about three o’clock. We were just below the ridge rising 
from Chocolate Glacier in a small mountain meadow near the snow 
line looking out over a deep canyon with an extensive view of the 
ranges beyond which we enjoyed to the utmost. I have ascended over 
twenty snow peaks, but have never seen such perfect cloud panorama 
as we experienced climbing Glacier Peak. We rose at three o'clock, 
started at 4:30, followed the ridge through such heavy fog as to make 
us speculate if we could follow the back trail should we be obliged 
to turn back. Soon we noticed the fog was growing lighter, and sud- 
