Sierra Club Bulletin 



fallen from Paradise. To the eastward rose the ridges of the 

 Great Western Divide over which we had come. A silvery mist 

 veiled their bases and caused the snowy peaks above to tower 

 with sublimated loftiness. 



The warmer days and richer soil of the western side of the 

 range have had a magnifying effect on the flora. Coming back 

 to Lone Pine the next morning, we noted the huge trees of that 

 great overripe forest and, wherever there was a soggy green, 

 the blossoms of the shooting-stars, or cyclamens. 



Our object in recrossing the Great Western Divide was Junc- 

 tion Meadows. We did not therefore attempt to return by way 

 of Deer Creek, but chose Triple Divide and the Kern-Kaweah 

 Canon instead. The waterfall that brings down a tributary to 

 Lone Pine Creek, and the splendid cascade a little farther up on 

 Lone Pine itself, should be starred. We passed Tamarack Lake 

 on the north. A steep climb and we came into a great open 

 theater filled with acres of snow and surrounded by seemingly 

 impregnable walls. Due east across it we went and up over the 

 black cliffs, which on near approach showed considerable plant 

 life. We kept near the little stream that comes down from Lion 

 Lake. Long ridges of granite boulders, arranged like Prussian 

 trenches, so that each seemed to be, but was not, the last, had 

 to be crossed before we reached Lion Lake with its subterra- 

 nean outlet. High above it we kept, crossed a 12,000-foot pass, 

 swung around a shoulder of loose cinderlike shale, and came 

 upon Glacier Lake at the head of Qoudy Canon. We kept on 

 eastward and upward, over a long hummock-filled snow-field, 

 and exulted at last to stand on the pass beside Triple Divide 

 Peak. We were now above the Kern-Kaweah, and the rest 

 seemed certain and easy. But still there remained snow and 

 rocks, and rocks and snow. Finally, getting down to the river 

 proved a problem, and only after considerable time lost in vain 

 attempts did we find a ledge and a talus-pile that took us to the 

 bottom. As we floundered down the Kern-Kaweah through the 

 snow and icy slush, our appreciation of its glories was a little 

 dimmed by weariness. 



We camped that night within a couple of miles of the main 

 party, darkness having shut down on us. We cooked no supper. 

 We unrolled our beds in the very trail. A fire at our feet was 



