All Alpine Feiisteiiioii 
One day in August, we started across 
the snowfields for Camp Muir. Camp 
Muir is a rocky station surrounded by 
eternal snows. Travelers bound for the 
top of Mount Rainier spread their blan¬ 
kets here and stay all night. 
Sometimes we came to rocky cliffs 
which were bare of snow. On these we 
found flowers. We pulled a beautiful 
little Penstemon which we found creep¬ 
ing along the ground. 
Its leaves were evergreen. They were 
only a quarter of an inch long. 
The flower was purple. It was an 
inch long. 
No. 26 
