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remains of the old footlog which formerly spanned the 

 river just above the mouth of Granite Creek. Nearly 

 every man in camp fell to work on this ; and the marooned 

 men on the other shore, inspired by a longing for the 

 solid comforts of their dunnage-bags, worked with such 

 zeal that they not only did their full share of bridge con- 

 struction, but Hkewise built a difficult piece of trail 

 through a talus-pile in one place where the meadow was 

 submerged. 



At the end of the week we moved to the permanent 

 camp close under the Grand Sentinel, a spot dear to many 

 a Sierran from the associations of four years ago. Here 

 we found that our troubles were not yet at an end, for 

 the bridge which led to the Bubb's Creek trail was sadly 

 in need of repairs. 



However, the bridge-builders decided to take a few 

 days of rest and relaxation, and to that end a knapsack 

 trip was planned into Paradise Valley. There is a trail 

 into Paradise, but no one had been over it as yet, and 

 no one knew what pitfalls snow and flood might have 

 laid for the mules. So we left them behind and started, 

 eighteen strong, with strange, unshapely bundles upon 

 our backs and looks of conscious, joyous heroism on our 

 faces. We chose the route by Mist Falls and over the 

 talus-piles. Crossing a talus-pile does not mean merely 

 walking. It means jumping, bending, reaching, crawl- 

 ing over, under, through, and around boulders that may 

 be as big as your house or as big as your hat, but which 

 are sure to have sharp corners or unsteady foundations 

 or slippery surfaces to work your undoing one way or 

 another. We had about three miles of this before we 

 reached Paradise, a canon similar to the main South 

 Fork, but wider, with broader meadows and more 

 numerous waterfalls. 



Paradise Valley has a charm far surpassing that of 

 the better-known cafion, — the indescribable charm of un- 

 trodden ways. The meadows have a virgin freshness; 

 there is not a cabin nor a corral nor a sign of man's 



