The Ascent of the North Palisades. 19 



apiece. But before sunrise we faced the rugged gorge of 

 Cataract Creek and climbed with all the energy that was 

 left. The first few hours were all right, but I confess 

 that for my part I was pretty tired when the pass above 

 Amphitheater Lake was reached. Getting over that 

 villainous talus around Dumb-bell Lake was still worse, 

 and the final pull over the snow to the sheep-pass where 

 we had parted with our camp companions was the worst 

 of all. But the sight of Lake Marion inspired us with 

 fresh energy, and at 1 1 130 we pulled into camp only 

 to find Mrs. Le Conte and John away. In a few minutes, 

 however, they returned from one of a series of unsuccess- 

 ful bear hunts. 



I have no doubt that others will follow our track to 

 the summit of the Palisades. Doubtless, also, scores from 

 the Club's Outings will climb or be pulled and boosted 

 up its rugged face; but never again will any one feel 

 the inspiration, the excitement, and the glory of success 

 that we three experienced when the first ascent was made. 



