1 66 The National Geographic Magazine 



Photo bv Wilcox 



Resting: on the Summit of the Pass 



5,060 feet, the trail ascends sharply on 

 the crest of a ridge running toward 

 the natural gateway which had been 

 seen from below. At 1 , 300 feet above 

 the valley the scenery became very in- 

 spiring. A small lake now appeared 

 below on our right, and after half a 

 mile another glimpse of blue water was 

 had over the pine trees. On the border 

 of this we camped at 6,500 feet. Our 

 tents were placed on a wooded point 

 covered with deep, dry moss, projecting 

 into the deep water of a charming tarn. 



After lunch I set out with my camera 

 to explore toward the east. My idea 

 was to ascend a high ridge east of camp, 

 from which I hoped to learn more about 

 the country and possibly see the Kana- 

 naskis L,akes on the other side. 



Shortly after leaving camp it was 



seen that a hoped-for pass, hitherto con- 

 cealed, was blocked by a glacier. How- 

 ever, the trail led on and headed toward 

 a ridge, which seemed from below a dif- 

 ficult scramble for a mountaineer. No 

 other outlet appeared to right or left, 

 and the trail was evidently too much 

 used to lead only to some Indian camp- 

 ing place and stop there. Upon reach- 

 ing a point 1 ,000 feet above the camp 

 a magnificent view was disclosed. Our 

 camp and the two round lakes nestling 

 on the mountain side in the upper part 

 of the forest belt lay below ni3 7 feet. 

 Beyond them, on the other side of the 

 valley, stands a high mountain and a 

 snow field several square miles in area. 

 Ahead of me were the cliffs of two high 

 mountains, on right and left, with sharp 

 ridges and needles rising out of per- 



