River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1918-06-20

WI you 60 to Yosemite this summer,
you should plan to visit the mon
Ster mountain climax of the ma
tional park of which Mount Lyell
is the chief. This is no one-day hike
with d luxurious public camp at the
other end of it, 1t means taking
enough camping-Out equipment along
20 enable you to spend three or four
Rights in the open. But after all that
is no great matter, for it so seldom
rains in the Sierra that tents will not
be necessary; comfortable sleeping
bags, a coffee pot, a few tins, and a
plentiful supply of food will be all
that is ecessary-besides, of course,
a good guide. All equipment, includ-
ing guide and horses, may be got in
the valley.
The first night out from the valley
should be spent in the celebrated
Tuolumne Meadows where you may
have plenty of trout for supper for
the catching; the Tuolumne is aAcapi-
tai trout stream.
LyeIl's Inner Shrine.
After an early trout breakfast, your
outfit will travel up the river to the
mouth of Lyell Fork, and, swinging
around Johnson peak, will follow
that beautiful stream miles up it's long
scenic canyon. Past Rafferty, peak
and Parsons peak on your right, and
skirting long Kuna Crest with it's
frothing cascades on your left, you will
find yourself at lunch time at the head
of the canyon facing lofty shelves of
granite, far beyond which loom glacier
ShrOuded peaks. These, as you will see
presently, are Mount Lyell, 1900 feet,
and it's flanking giants, Mcclure noun
tain on the north, and Rodgers peak
on the south.
Scrambling up the granite shelf and
over D0nOhue pass, your horses carry
you through a vast basin of tumbled
granite encircled at its majestic eli
max by titanic rampant of nine sharp
glistening peaks and hundreds of spear
like points, the whole cloaked in enom-
NOUS ShrOuds of snow.
Presently-just how you do not
know, so breathless is your gaze ahead
the granite spurs inclose you. And
presently your horses scrambling over
impossible walls and shelves, looms
above you a mighty glistening wall
which apparently forbids further ap-
prOach to Lyell's inner shrine. But
even this the agile horses surmount
and you find yourself in the SUBMITS
very embrace, facing glaciers and
lakelet of robin's-egg blue. This is the
SierraS climax!
Thousand Island Lake.
Passing south along the John Muir
trail you cross the Yosemite boundary
and in couple of hours camp at Thou
sand Island lake in the shadow of
Banner peak. Your days ride has
been seventeen miles, and, at days
close, you find yourself at a spot so
extraordinarily wild and noble that
on vote it worth the trip a thousand
times had there been no Lyel on the
way. For Banner peak, with its H.
975 feet of altitude and it's remark
able beauty and personality, will re-
main a vivid memory to your dying
day.
Leaving Thousand Island lake the
next morning you may return as you
came-four days; three nights.
Or, far better, if you can spare the
time, you will linger an hour or two in
front of Banner before starting, and,
again, an hour or two in Lyells inner
shrine; you then may camp at the
head of Lyell canyon, spend the next
night at Tenaya lake for the sunset
and the early morning, and jog leis-
areiy back to the valley-five days:
four nights.