Sierra Club Bulletin 



Vol. VIII San Francisco, January, 1912 No. 3 



WITH THE SIERRA CLUB IN 1911. 



By Robert M. Price. 



Lured by the call of the wild, our company of about 

 one hundred, the main body of the Sierra Club Outing 

 party, assembled at the Oakland Mole late in the evening 

 of July 7th. We had come from all parts of the country 

 — from Boston and San Francisco, from Seattle and San 

 Diego, and from across the Atlantic, — and we were of 

 various vocations — clergymen searching for "tongues in 

 trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and 

 good in everything"; physicians seeking rest from their 

 tiresome visits; lawyers and judges escaping from the 

 wearying adjustment of the doubtful balance of rights 

 and wrongs; professors and teachers worn by the year's 

 work; students scarcely beyond the ominous shadows of 

 examinations; real-estate brokers forgetful of property 

 values, and men and women of no particular aim or call- 

 ing — a diversified party, all lured by the trail and seeking 

 to worship the divinity of the crags as each heard the 

 call of the "Red Gods"— 



"He must go — go — go away from here ! 

 On the other side the world he's overdue, 

 Send your road is clear before you 

 When the old spring fret comes o'er you 

 And the Red Gods call for you !" 



When we awakened the following morning we were 

 beyond the sun-baked plains of the San Joaquin and well 

 up the Merced Canon, where straggling, ghost-like nut 

 pines faintly suggested the forest belt which we were 

 approaching. After breakfasting at El Portal, and riding 

 for a few hours along the foaming Merced, we reached 

 the Sierra Club camp in Yosemite Valley, and found the 

 advance party already relishing the culinary art of inimit- 

 able Charley Tuck. The next day the Los Angeles party 



