In the Sierra 



ful inspiring summer. Anyhow we never 

 know where we must go nor what guides we 

 are to get, men, storms, guardian angels, 

 or sheep. Perhaps almost everybody in the 

 least natural is guided more than he is ever 

 aware of. All the wilderness seems to be full 

 of tricks and plans to drive and draw us up 

 into God's Light. 



Have been busy planning, and baking 

 bread for at least one more good wild excur- 

 sion among the high peaks, and surely none, 

 however hopefully aiming at fortune or fame, 

 ever felt so gloriously happily excited by the 

 outlook. 



September j. Left camp at daybreak and 

 made direct for Cathedral Peak, intending 

 to strike eastward and southward from that 

 point among the peaks and ridges at the 

 heads of the Tuolumne, Merced, and San 

 Joaquin rivers. Down through the pine 

 woods I made my way, across the Tuolumne 

 River and meadows, and up the heavily 

 timbered slope forming the south boundary 



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