CHAPTER X 
A RECORD RUN 
Tue first camp at Sawyer’s Peak sheltered us for 
some little time. We ran the baseline five miles 
north, cruising both east and west, then started 
again at camp and began to work south. We finished 
the Percha Creek watershed in a week, then moved 
three miles to the head of Trujillo Canyon, which 
runs in a southeasterly direction to the Rio Grande. 
Then south again two miles to Tierra Blanca, an ex- 
ceptionally rough watershed also draining to the 
east. 
I had been cruising steadily during this time, since 
that first run with Frazer, and was quite elated at 
the comparative ease with which I picked up the 
knack of pacing and plotting contours. I began to 
feel myself a seasoned man. No run was too difficult 
to undertake, no stretch of country impossible to 
traverse. This state of mind was of course a result 
of inexperience. And it was one day thoroughly 
eradicated by an adventure which I recall even now 
with particular distaste. 
One morning we started east from the baseline 
with instructions to run as far as the timber ex- 
tended—that is, if we were able. 
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