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the average of even the Sierra's glacial valleys. But the outlines here 

 seem to be softer, the valley floor broader, the river less turbulent. If 

 the keynote of the Tehipite Valley is wild exuberance, that of the Kings 

 River Canon is wild beauty. The one excites, the other lulls. The one 

 shares with Yosemite the distinction of extraordinary outline, the other 

 shares with Yosemite the distinction of extraordinary charm. The 

 greater of these two canons is destined to become famous under the 

 name of its part, the Tehipite Valley; the lesser will have the undivided 

 possession of the title, Kings Cafion. Tehipite is as distinctive and un- 

 usual a name as Yosemite. But the Middle Fork of the Kings is by far 

 a greater stream from every point of view than the beautiful South 

 Fork. Looking ahead, this canon of the South Fork seems destined to 

 the quicker and the greater development. It is broader, flatter, and 

 more livable. It lends itself to hostelries, of which two already exist. 

 It is more easily reached and already has some patronage. Moreover, 

 from its name and position, it is the natural recipient of whatever pub- 

 licity grows out of both. Tehipite has to build from the ground up. 



There are few nobler spots than the junction of Copper Creek with 

 the Kings. The Grand Sentinel is seldom surpassed. It fails of the 

 personality of El Capitan, Half Dome, and Tehipite, but it only just 

 fails. If they did not exist, it would become the most celebrated rock 

 in the Sierra, at least. The view up the cafion from this spot has few 

 equals. The view down the canon is not often excelled. When the day 

 of the Kings River Canon dawns, it will dawn brilliantly. We loped 

 and ambled and galloped down this gorgeous valley, filled to the brim 

 with the joy of its broad forested flats and its soft invigorating air. The 

 walls were glorious. Those in shadow v/ere clothed in purple, streaked 

 and blotched with yellows and many dark ochers. Large areas were 

 frosted with grays of many shades, some on abutting clififs shining like 

 silver. The walls in sunlight showed interesting differences. The pur- 

 ples of the shaded side now became dark grays; the light grays, white. 

 The yellows faded or acquired greenish tints. Here and there in broad 

 sunlight appeared splotches of vivid green, probably stains of copper 

 salts. 



A Trip to Crater Lake on Skis 



Crater Lake has always proved a powerful magnet in drawing me there 

 at different seasons, and I have made my pilgrimages in various ways — 

 by wagon, horseback, mule-tcam, auto and snow-shoes. I decided last 

 March to attempt the trip on skis, . . . 



Mr. Frank I. Jones and I left Klamath Falls March 12, 1917. It was 

 a cold, clear day. We followed the shore of Upper Klamath Lake, Mt. 

 Shasta and Mt. McLoughlin, better known as Mt. Pitt, appearing across 

 the broad white expanse, for the lake was a solid sheet of snow-covered 

 ice. . . . 



