The Kings River Outing of igio. 



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of Copper Creek, the only inhabitant of the Kings River 

 region. Fishing and walks to Roaring River Falls and 

 other places were the special attractions for several days. 

 To reach the falls we crossed Kings River near camp on 

 a log left conveniently wedged in place by the winter 

 freshet, and picked our way over a talus of huge granite 

 blocks, squared and ready for the corner-stones of great 

 cathedrals ; traveled through groves of yellow and sugar- 

 pines, one stately sugar-pine measuring twenty-five feet in 

 circumference ; crossed an open meadow affording a com- 

 prehensive view either way of the canon walls in the 

 shifting shadows and the Grand Sentinel towering above ; 

 and keeping close again to the roaring water, we passed 

 through scattering pines to the place where Roaring 

 River leaps out of a gap in the canon wall and drops into 

 a rocky basin below with a roar that is a credit to its 

 name. 



The day after the Los Angeles party arrived, making 

 the total number in camp nearly one hundred and eighty, 

 the main camp was deserted by all save the less strenuous. 

 We took the trail up Kings River to Bubbs Creek and 

 up the creek, stopping for lunch at the head of the falls, 

 where we had an unobstructed view down the cafion and 

 beyond. For this beautiful stream to be branded with 

 such a name is surely a crime. Let us hope it is only 

 an abbreviated name for the snowy bubbles it makes in 

 its reckless plunge from Center Basin to the Kings Canon. 

 Our camp, at an elevation of 9,500 feet, was admirably 

 placed in a bewildering array of Nature's masterpieces. 

 We were near the willow-fringed stream in a grove of 

 tamarack and white-bark pine at the base of the East 

 Vidette, a prominent peak which caught the evening light 

 at times with such a vivid hue it seemed fairly ablaze. 

 Opposite the Videttes the Kearsarge Pinnacles cut the 

 sky with fantastic spires and jagged shapes. Falls were 

 below us and a fall above us, and what a fall it was ! 



Next morning found us on our way to Bullfrog Lake 

 on the bench above. The lake's chief claim is its massive 



