WITH THE GRAPHLEX IN CHELAN 



By C. J. Blanchard 



(WITH PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE AUTHOR) 



T^RAT that pup," exclaimed the Englishman, "if he don't quit that 

 Ly infernal howling- I'm going to tie him to a waterfall and drown 

 him." Quite unmindful of this dire threat the pup continued to voice his 

 rage loudly at some mysterious animal which, securely entrenched on a 

 narrow ledge above the camp, was tormenting his enemy by whistling 

 shrilly. Sleep being out of the question, we crawled from under the 



THE TOP OF THE WORLD 



Near the summit of Cloudy Pass. Magnificent scenery abounds in this unsurpassed 



vacation country. 



blankets and came forth into the 

 chilly mountain air. 



It was such a morning in Au- 

 gust as only those who dwell 

 in the mountains enjoy. The 

 air was a tonic, crisp, laden with 

 the odor of pine and balsam, and 

 cooled by the ice and snow of 

 innumerable glaciers all about 

 us. The sun had not yet climbed 

 the range on the East, and the 

 tiny valley on the shore of Ly- 

 man Lake was in soft shadows. 

 Save for the dog and the marmot 

 on the cliffs all was silence. The 

 forest ranger and guide moved 

 noiselessly about his task of 

 making the fire, the others busied 

 themselves about the camp, 

 while the writer strode to the 

 outlet of the lake, where a swift 

 stream tumbled into the valley. 

 With hook baited with a single 

 salmon egg, each cast lured a 

 half pound native trout to shore 

 and the frying pan. Fried crisp 



and brown in bacon fat no epi- 

 cure ever dined more sumptu- 

 ously. 



With movie camera securely 

 strapped to the pack horse we 

 climbed into our saddles and 

 started west to ascend the moun- 

 tain. Our objective was Lyman 

 Glacier, now gleaming white in 

 the morning sunshine. With 

 frequent stops to admire and 

 photograph the charming views 

 enroute we reached the moraine. 

 Spellbound, we gazed upon this 

 wonderful spectacle. Above our 

 heads was a perpendicular wall 

 of green ice fifty feet high, slop- 

 ing back for more than two 

 miles to the bare face of the 

 mountain. Resting in its cirque 

 Lyman Glacier is a huge block 

 of ice five miles in circumfer- 

 ence, and perhaps hundreds of 

 feet in depth. The prodigality 

 of nature in her ice making im- 

 pressed us as utterly wasteful, 

 and the thought came how much 



ON THE SHORE OF LAKE CHELAN 



Switzerland offers nothing more beautiful than this lake, deep bosomed in the heart 



of the Cascades. 



