On Mt. St. Helens with the Mazamas. 179 



And then came the breaking of camp, and we followed 

 the homeward road back through the forests to find that 

 while we had been on the heights autumn had been busy 

 with the low country woods. For on every maple and 

 dogwood were painted her warning signs, telling us that 

 it was time to leave the summer country and go back to 

 the world of roofs again. 



