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or cookies on a prospective percentage basis of compen- 

 sation. For let it be known that such edibles are never 

 wilfully forsaken, however drastic the hard-hearted com- 

 mittee may be on weight limitation. 



Leaving Quail Flat armed with maps and detailed in- 

 structions as to the route, we were soon strung along the 

 trail in small groups. Woodcock and Rabbit meadows, 

 small mountain glades in the timber were passed, then 

 across Big Meadows, along Meadow Creek into the forest 

 again, and down to Boulder Creek for lunch and a re- 

 freshing bath in the clear willow-fringed pools. In fact, 

 hardly a day passed during the Outing without favorable 

 opportunity and most attractive places in which to bathe 

 or swim to one's heart's content, certainly one of the most 

 grateful features of a most enjoyable trip. 



From Boulder Creek the trail zigzagged up the oppos- 

 ite cafion slope more than i,ooo feet, winding through 

 pungent bear clover, under red fir and tamarack pine, 

 and mid-afternoon found us at Horse Corral, camp being 

 established on the edge of the meadow near the stream 

 in a cluster of Jeffrey pines. We were considerably 

 higher than Quail Flat and the night proved the coolest 

 experienced on the trip. The temperature dropped to 

 freezing and the stream in the early morning made one 

 fairly ache in bathing. 



An early start soon brought us to Summit Meadows, 

 where we climbed Lookout Peak and had a compre- 

 hensive view of Kings River 4,cx)0 feet below, with the 

 canon in a bluish haze, merging into the mountainous 

 region beyond. Going down we followed the old trail 

 through a grove of sugar-pine to the river, crossed on a 

 narrow bridge and went leisurely up-stream, selecting a 

 place for lunch on the bank close to the rushing water. 

 Several hours later we reached the place selected for the 

 main camp at the base of the Grand Sentinel, near the 

 junction of Copper Creek with Kings River, in a grove 

 of large yellow pine. Kanawyer, our head packer, had 

 his cabin, store and post-office combined on the other side 



