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and illustrated by the position of the lake before us. The as- 

 cent of Conness was made without difficulty. The stone shel- 

 ters, near the summit, and the hut on the top, housing the con- 

 crete monument, gave evidence of the labor of past years when 

 this peak was used as a triangulation station. From Dunder- 

 berg at the north, around by Tower Peak, past the Yosemite 

 and Lyell groups, to the Dana group at the east, the panorama 

 was a feast. The party returned in groups by different routes. 

 A few of us descended through a notch to the east and made 

 our way to Saddlebag Lakes. Here a hydro-electric dam was 

 under construction by the same company that is now utilizing 

 the water at Gem Lake to carry current to Tonopah and San 

 Bernardino. Although power was not yet available from Sad- 

 dlebag Lakes, the company's cookhouse was able to supply us 

 with energy in the form of delectable prune pies. 



During the interval between the Conness trip and the break- 

 ing up of the permanent camp at Soda Springs, three one-day 

 trips were made — one to lakes Evelyn and Ireland, a second to 

 Echo and Cathedral lakes, and a third to the Gaylor Lakes, 

 northeast of Moraine Flat, including a visit to the well- 

 preserved stone house, erected many years ago on a timberless 

 ridge to shelter the workers of the ill-fated Tioga mine. 



The club broke permanent camp at the Springs August 2nd 

 and moved to Ten Lakes Basin. A part went down the Tioga 

 Road to Yosemite Creek, thence eight miles along the new trail 

 to the basin ; the remainder formed in squads of about ten each 

 and knapsacked down the Tuolumne as far as Waterwheel 

 Falls, then across country. My squad, under the leadership of 

 Mr. Huber, started a day ahead of the rest, and spent two 

 nights out, instead of one. It was an arduous but an exhilarat- 

 ing experience. The men carried thirty, the women fifteen 

 pounds. Our first day ended in a cozy nook on the glaciated 

 bench at the head of the falls, surrounded by the grand Tuol- 

 umne River walls, except to the west, where the outlook over 

 the falls down the canon was superb. The fishing at the Glen 

 Aulin pool, and especially at our camping-place, had been ex- 

 cellent — each angler had taken his limit. At this point one 

 was, in an air-line, but four miles from Ten Lakes Basin, but 

 no trail and much scrambling lay between. The climb over 



