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greatest stand of them all is the Giant Forest, the largest group in Sequoia 

 Park. In this park, the sequoias are on the increase. The great giants are 

 surrounded by their offspring, mere striplings one or two thousand years old, 

 and still younger ones ranging in age down to the tiny trees a year or two 

 old, of which there are now countless thousands. The sequoias are the glory, 

 as they were the cause, of the Sequoia and General Grant National parks. 

 Scattered here and there over a large area, they cluster in thirteen separate 

 groves. 



The sequoias are by no means the only attractions of Sequoia National 

 Park. The park is generously endowed with great cliffs, mountains, other 

 forests, streams, waterfalls, and other attractions which are dwarfed by the 

 glory of the Big Trees. Within the boundaries of Sequoia National Park is 

 a great stretch of High Sierra country, including Mount Whitney, the highest 

 peak in the United States, 14,496 feet high. Trails from the park lead to 

 Tehipite Valley in the middle fork of the Kings River, considered by many 

 another Yosemite, and to the main Kings River Canyon, a region of stupen 

 dous ruggedness and of wild beauty, comparable only to Yosemite. 



Sequoia and General Grant National parks are easily reached by motor 

 ists from the San Joaquin Valley State Highway. Both parks are accessible 

 the year around. Travelers arriving by train are met by motor stages at 

 Exeter, California, on the Southern Pacific and Santa Fe railroads. Accom 

 modations at Sequoia Park include both a lodge and housekeeping camps, 

 while campsites for those who wish to camp out await the Sagebrusher at 

 both Sequoia and General Grant. 



CRATER LAKE NATIONAL PARK 



In the heart of the Cascade Mountains of Oregon there lies, jewel-like in 

 a setting of lava, a lake of unbelievable blue. The visitor who comes upon it 

 suddenly stands silent with emotion, overcome by its extraordinary beauty 

 and by a strange sense of mystery which increases rather than decreases 

 with familiarity. This is Crater Lake. Once, where this lake nestles in a 

 cavity on the mountain top, there stood a great volcano, Mount Mazama, 

 perhaps the highest peak in the region. Certainly it was as high as Mount 

 Shasta. That was ages ago. Human eyes never saw Mount Mazama. Long 

 before the coming of man to this continent, some great cataclysm caused the 

 peak of Mount Mazama to crash inward and the mountain disappeared as if 

 swallowed up by itself. In its place was left a crater-like abyss, the awful 

 depth of which no man can guess. 



The volcano was not quenched. It burst out anew through the collapsed 

 lava in three places, forming new and smaller cones. These cones are the 

 islands now seen in Crater Lake, which gradually grew as the volcano died 

 down, and as the snows piled on the mountain top and melted into the crater 

 with no outlet. There is no inlet nor outlet, curiously enough, for Crater 

 Lake, yet the water is pure and fresh. It is supposed that the water 

 escapes by underground channels to reappear in the Klamath River, some 

 miles away. 



