The Mountaineer 
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A trip of nine miles along the ocean beach brought us to Moclips 
where the time was spent in bathing, buying Indian curios, or giving 
pot-lateches until train time. Finally our train appeared, bringing with 
it a dining ear. The time passed all too quickly as we were hurried 
along, singing songs, telling stories, and talking over plans for lodges 
or shelters which we hope to build. A subscription book was circulated 
in which pledges for more than three hundred dollars were made to- 
ward the erection of our first lodge. 
It was with regret that we watched our friends leave us at the 
various stations. When we said our last good nights and goodbys at 
the King Street Station, we knew that the outing of 1913 had passed 
into history, but that the joys and experiences of such a trip had 
enriched each life. 
P.M. McGregor 
STIFF CLIMBING ON A TRYOUT TRIP. NEARING 
THE TOP OF MT. SEATTLE 
