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us was something under four pounds. A "six-pounder" 

 was reported taken by a man whom we met coming down 

 Wood's Creek. 



In "Our National Parks," John Muir speaks of the head- 

 waters of King's River as being particularly liable to 

 mid-summer thunder showers. If any of us, as the result 

 of experience elsewhere in the mountains, felt disposed 

 to question this statement, our doubts were entirely set 

 at rest ; for during ten days every afternoon brought rain 

 in larger or smaller quantities. While at Rae Lake we 

 were treated to a Class A thunder storm. For more than 

 two hours rain fell in torrents, lightning flashed and 

 thunder rolled through those mountain wilds until it 

 seemed as though the foundations of the earth must be 

 giving way beneath our feet and we might expect the 

 crags to topple above our heads any moment. 



Our experience would suggest the advisabihty of being 

 provided with some rain-proof garment when starting for a 

 trip into this region. A jacket of waterproof silk, reaching 

 below the hips or even to the knees, would be light, could 

 be rolled tightly into a small bundle and would be very 

 serviceable as a protection against cold as well as water. 



On the following morning we set out early to conquer 

 Glenn Pass. The trail indicated on the government maps 

 crosses Rae Lake where the long neck of land runs out 

 into the water so suggestively. Our examination of this 

 route on the previous day suggested a possible soaking 

 for men and animals, an indication which we have since 

 learned was fully borne out by the experience of another 

 party* which did cross at this place. We crossed the 

 lake at the narrows, half a mile further to the north, 

 and found it a much better ford. 



Turning south we picked our way along the lake shore, 

 gaining elevation as opportunity offered, until we struck 

 the Glenn Pass trail running west. This leads over rough 

 talus lying at a sharp angle. After crossing the chain of 

 lakes lying in the basin of a little cirque, the trail starts 



*Sierra Club Bulletin, Vol. VII, No. i, p. 22. 



