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Sierra Club Bulletin. 



The departure of Mr. Parsons's party to Mt. Williamson 

 and a cut-off down the East Fork made by seven fisher- 

 men, headed by Bernard Miller, were incidents of the day. 

 The latter was a wild scramble in the interest of the 

 commissariat, which was in need of replenishment. The 

 result was rare sport and a trout dinner garnished with 

 gentian meadows, pines, and waterfalls. The two follow- 

 ing days were taken up with a leisurely and delightful 

 march down the Kern Canon to Camp Olney. One little 

 party captained by Warren Olney, Jr., made an adventu- 

 rous dash into the deep gorge of the Big Arroyo. The 

 memories of all are hung with pictures of pine groves, 

 flowery meadows, and lofty canon-walls decorated here 

 and there with wind-blown white streamers where the 

 Kern's tributaries leaped into space. After more beauti- 

 ful days at Camp Olney, one morning found us again 

 in Mineral King preparing to take the trail over Timber 

 Gap. In weeks already filled with stupendous scenery 

 and thrilling incident the march from Mineral King 

 to the Giant Forest claims a unique place. In the opin- 

 ion of many it was the exclamation-point in the summer's 

 outing. But the exigencies of space forbid detailed de- 

 scription. Of all our itinerary camps, those at Redwood 

 and Alta Meadows certainly were incomparably the best. 

 At the former we slept between the plank-roots of 

 mighty sequoias on the margin of a lily-starred meadow, 

 at the latter on a lofty mountain shelf overlooking a 

 wonderful configuration of mountains and valleys. Last 

 of all came the Giant Forest, with its fragrant carpet of 

 lupines, its tuneful streams, and the indescribable majesty 

 of sequoia colonnades that seemed to pillar the skies. It 

 was fitting that our summer in Arcady should end there 



