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and crowned by solemn, jagged peaks and glacial cirques, not- 

 ably Sawtooth, Needham, and the many-hued Kaweah group. 

 Impossible as it seemed to leave this enchanting spot, our next 

 camp, Moraine Lake, was near, and we promised ourselves the 

 joy of coming often during our week's sojourn. 



Moraine Lake is an ideal camp-site. Dense forest fringes the 

 margin of this glacial basin. A clear, bubbling spring, icy 

 cold, supplied delicious drinking-water, and, despite snow-hung 

 mountains mirrored in the lake and the almost 10,000 feet of 

 altitude, swimming was more than possible — it was enjoyable. 

 This idyllic spot is centrally located for countless trips varying 

 in degrees of strenuousness to suit any inclination. 



Then follow you, wherever hie 

 The traveling mountains of the sky. 

 Or let the streams in civil mode 

 Direct your choice upon a road. 



An evening walk to the edge of the ridge gave one a glorious 

 comprehensive panorama from Mount Whitney, in the main 

 crest beyond the Kaweahs, along a sharply broken sky-line of 

 granite peaks in the Great Western Divide, to the unnamed 

 snow-clad cirques just across the gorge. From the almost per- 

 pendicular walls of the Big Arroyo one seemed to be perched on 

 the top of the world. A faint boom from the river far below 

 throbbed in the evening stillness. As the long purple shadows 

 filled this magnificent valley we hastened back to our forest- 

 hidden camp, elusive even by day. 



Here were six days brimful of pleasure. One hundred and 

 forty intrepid ones climbed Kaweah Peak; knapsack parties 

 journeyed off in all directions, some to Lost Canon, Columbine 

 Lake, and Sawtooth, some to Mount Needham ; and toward the 

 end of the week ardent hikers with bed and board on their backs 

 journeyed up the Big Arroyo and across the Kern-Kaweah Di- 

 vide, descending through the wonderful Kern-Kaweah Canon 

 to join the main party again at Junction Meadows. For those 

 not so energetic there was still much to be done — fishing parties 

 down at the Big Arroyo, dreamy days at Sky-Parlor Meadow, 

 and swimming and fishing in Moraine Lake. History has it that 

 once upon a time a mighty -pound trout was caught there; 

 but although many saw three gigantic beauties, neither secret 



