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pole pine of various sizes from the smallest trees just starting, in comparatively 
lately burned tracts, to the large trees many years old. There was also a certain 
amount of ground without any green timber, only the dead burnt standing or 
fallen trees. We stopped at this camp until the 22nd, having much rain. Col- 
lecting was not specially good here. Then we crossed the Medicine Kow Range 
l)y Cameron Pass into Jackson County, which is in the North Park. The altitude 
of the Pass I made 10,150 feet. This was a fine drive as the scenery was grand 
at many times. We were stuck in a snow bank a few minutes, and found flowers 
growing beside snow banks. The road down the North Park side was quite 
steep, and in need of repair in places. Several times it was necessary to “ride 
the high side" to keep the wagon from overturning where the road was washed 
out on one side. 
We dropped down a few miles and made camp by a rushing branch of the 
Michigan River, where there was plenty of good grass for the horses. I called 
this camp "Cameron Pass Camp”. Here we made our first accpiaintance with 
North Park mosquitos, and did not get rid of them until over a month later, when 
we crossed to the Routt County side. We stopped here until the 25th, when we 
started on and reached Walden the next 
day. This is the county .seat, and the 
only town of any size in the Park. It is 
situated on the sage brush plain by the 
Illinois River, though to the westward 
is an alkali flat with greasewo^d, 
sloughs, and a few small lakes. The 
predominating birds of this sage and 
greasewood region were Sage Thrashers 
and Brewer Sparrow's, which were 
abundant. The altitude of W alden i ^ 
8275 feet. 
Mosquitos w'ere there by millions 
Much hay is raised in the North Park, 
the meadows are irrigated, and the w'ater 
ke])t on from early summer until time 
to cut hay, and the result is that often one cannot go about wdth any comfort 
without a headnet. 
We remained at Walden until June 30, when w'e left, intending to go to Red 
Canyon, of wdiich w'e had heard as probably being a good place to work. It would 
take too much space to tell of our mishaps of that day, how' we got on wrong 
roads, stuck in the mud, and finally did not get to Red Canyon at all, but landed 
at Hell Creek. We did not know’ where w'e w'ere until next day, wdien we went 
exploring on foot, found a saw mill, got some information, walked over to Red 
Canyon and explored that a little. It w'as not quite what I wanted, for I w'as 
looking for a place wdiere I could get to timberline wdthout too much trouble, and 
it would have been too long a w'alk there, even though I might have camped much 
nearer to the Canyon than we were at the time. 
How'ever, w’e stayed at Hell Creek until July 5, celebrating the Fourth with a 
feast of wild strawberries. Our next camp w'as Lake John, or rather at Brand’s 
ranch, close by. This is a large lake, of irregular shape, perhaps two miles long, 
and nearly as wide, altitude 8200 feet. There were a considerable number of 
