The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1922-08-14
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BY Wanda Won Kettler
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BY Wanda Won KettIer

Morning. after our little sleep
In the cloud, rolled around as
clear and bright as tho our
mountain valley had never
known such things as mist and
fog.
We crawied out Of our blankets
with the idea We needed 10 start
early for Mystic lake. where Il had
been decided a permanent camp was
10 be established. Oscar. studying
tho contour map. had come TO the
conclusion that that was the most
central spot ON the north side OF tho
mountain. being within a days hike
OF numerous glaciers. snow beds. and
so forth. Oscar was becoming anx'
leus for glaciers and snow beds
II had further been decided
that wa should reach Mystic lake
by two different routes Oscar
had declared that he. Max and
Georges could get there "much
quicker by going directly south
from Yellowstone cliffs ever the
rugged hills and ridges that bore
no trails. He said that BY so
doing they could reach tho place
sbout the middle OF the after
noon. thus having time 10 choose
camp sitc bcfor. Lucy. Mrs.
Georges and I. with Whit tho
packer. arrived by way Of tho
trail.
The latter Of US were scheduled 20
80 on that trail which leads past thu
mouth OF the Carbon glacier. over
numerous rocks and stones and up
much stcspness. To reach I, We
would need TO rctrace our steps down
tho swltchback we had trod tho day
before.
Well. thu Georges were finally con.
WINGED that they'd be able 20 survive
one days separation. and We all
started on cur respective ways
And We girls hadn't any moro
than climbed the cliffs and start.
ed down tho green slope toward
fhe switehbark than we noticed
q fog gathering about us. Fcg~
and ni~fs In the mountains are
just like poor relations. One
never knows when to expect
them. tho " may bc taken for
granted they'll drift In often.
II was on account OF the fog that
morning that I lost my hat. Aud
Two never been the same since.
said the others to me. after we had
scurriee down tho slope. where's
your hat7''
oh" said !. paving my head. III
was here not 40 long ago"
Well" said fhcy. you can't 70
back after II. No use--you'd never
b able 10 see ~. Besides. we've rot
10 make the TRAN whiio wa ntill can
find our way"
50 that's ali there was TO n. After
that day wors no hat. And the sun
earne out on the days that followed.
since the return TO the city. on.
whole jar Of cold cream. Especially
effective In cases OF sunburn. tan,
ETC." has been used UP. yet my mir
Ecr tells ms arm stiil half baked.
-" N.%~'~ - At@tAtANN AtEfF NART UNITE.
Tfs idea Is that n hat--a brown
corduroy hat---is somewhere on the
slopes Of Yellowstone cliffs, Mount
Rainier. Anybody finding II there
and returning Il 20 me viii be given
suitable reward. II ~ my hat.
but to continue: We had reach
ed the switehback trail and
wound our way a considerable
distance down its twists and
turns, when sfili farther
down we heard voices and
footsteps coming IN our dircc.
ton. We hadn't seen human be-
ings other than those In our own
troop since our first day out. 10
were all Of twifter at the pros
ports approaching. A group Of
y. vi. c. A. boys they happened
TO be, climbing with packs on
their hafks aud tf..l.x ast.s..