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Timberline here is reached at an altitude of some 6500 

 feet. Above that for a thousand feet or more rise steep 

 slopes of heather, thick carpets of pink bryanthus or white 

 cassiope that reach upward to the rocky crests of the 

 lesser ridges or meet the snow-fields of the higher chains. 

 At 5800 feet, where the main camp was located, the alpine 

 firs and hemlocks grow sturdily along the ridges or form 

 picturesque groups among the meadows, to whose brilliant 

 green is added a glorious profusion of wild flowers. 

 Masses of purple lupines and asters, scarlet paintbrush, 

 white castillea and valerian, yellow potentilla, blue gen- 

 tians, shaggy-headed, quaint anemone akenes looking like 

 wee Scotch terriers, pink cyclamen and mimulus — count- 

 less varieties lay thick in the meadows and climbed to the 

 very crests of the hills. Lying on the broad summit of 

 Flower Hill to the northwest of camp, one could overlook 

 acres of these blooming, wind-rippled gardens rounding 

 off against the sky. 



For two days camp was deserted while climbing parties 

 started out in all directions to explore the neighborhood. 

 Perhaps the most interesting of the trips we took was 

 along the ridge south of camp. Just above our meadow 

 rose a rock-crowned green hill which was named Liberty 

 Cap by The Mountaineers. Climbing to its summit, a 

 thousand feet above camp, one found it to be the northern 

 extremity of the divide between the Suiattle and Chiwawa 

 watersheds. Along its backbone led a wild goat trail, a 

 real Mazama trail that we were only too happy to follow 

 as in some places the alpine firs grew over the ground in 

 a close mat two or three feet thick that without the goat , 

 track would almost have barred progress. Each succeed- 

 ing knoll along this sky-line trail climbed higher than the 

 last until we stood upon an open hilltop, barren of trees, 

 overlooking the glacier in which the Little Suiattle heads. 

 Beyond the glacier rose the gleaming face of an unnamed 

 peak lying across the White River Canon, a peak that 

 four men in our party climbed later, and where, it may 

 be added, they were fortunate enough to see a band of 



