At the bottom I found the road about twelve feet wide fairly 
blocked up by the boulders that had come down with the few I 
started from the top, The swift and turbulent stream is so 
close as to leave but little room for the road, the canyon 
being narrow and the walls almost vertical for hundreds of 
feet. Found numbers of men and boys fishing for trout. Made 
some sketches up and down the canyon. Found a short cut path 
and returned to camp. 
Sunday , the 9th of June, I spent in sketching and during 
the week following made several excursions sketching, gunning 
and geologizing. The most notable event was the ascent of 
the snow-capped mountain, the highest of the Wasatch range in 
this region. With Jackson and others I left camp at about 
IE o T clock, the main object being to get some photographs of 
the falls, the view of which is very fine from the high rocky 
ledge on the south, A rainbow played about its base and 
thousands of white wiry streams of water played fantastically 
among the chinks of the broken wall. 
Jackson remained below preparing his camera and I was 
soon well out of sight up the succession of high cliffs above 
tue falls and finding myself considerably advanced toward the 
summit of the mountain I decided to follow up the ledge and 
ascend the snowy summit. About a mile of exceedingly hard 
scrambling through dense copses of bushes and great piles of 
rocks brought me to the first snow. Being thirsty I gathered 
a few handful Is and placed it on a rock, allowed it to melt 
