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Sierra Club Bulletin 



SCRAMBLES ABOUT YOSEMITE 



By Joseph N. Le Conte 



During the summer of 19 12 I had the pleasure of camping, 

 with a party of friends, for five weeks in the Yosemite Valley. 

 I know of no other place in the Sierra so well suited for a 

 permanent camp. It is easy of access, and is a point to which 

 supplies and camp equipment are easily and quickly sent. By 

 spending a little time in searching, it is easy to get a camp- 

 ground fairly well removed from the more crowded portions 

 of the valley, and certainly no more beautiful spot can be 

 found in the whole length and breadth of the Sierra Nevada. 



It is claimed by some that Yosemite is so overcrowded as to 

 make camp life disagreeable, and that climbs in and about 

 the valley are tame as compared with other portions of the 

 Sierra, especially the higher portions. In answer to the first, 

 I can only say that those who make this complaint must insist 

 on keeping in the dusty roads and streets ; whereas by striking 

 off in almost any direction, one can in a very few minutes get 

 into as wild a region as can be found anywhere. As an answer 

 to the second, I hope the following notes will suffice. 



We reached the Yosemite on the 25th of June, and joined 

 the party already established in the beautiful little camp on the 

 south bank of the Merced just below the Stoneman Bridge. 

 For the first few days we visited the old points of interest — 

 Glacier Point, Vernal and Nevada Falls, Yosemite Falls, and 

 many others, both to renew old acquaintances, and to break 

 in new shoes. On July 6th a small party, consisting of Mr. 

 and Mrs. Jas. Hutchinson, Miss Taggard and myself, took a 

 seven-day trip by way of Lake Merced to the Tuolumne 

 Meadows, returning by way of Lake Tenaya to Yosemite 

 Camp. 



Shortly after this Mr. Hutchinson and I made plans for a 

 trip up the Tenaya Cafion. I had heard and read of the won- 

 ders of a trip through this gigantic gorge, and decided not to 

 let another summer pass without taking a peep into it. I had 



