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1.54 THE CONDOR VOL. XII accompany me on the trip and whose arrival I was now anxiously awaiting, had failed as yet to send me any .deftnit word, and as the time was growing short the outlook on the evening of June 18 was not very promising. At the eleventh hour, however, Heinemann came. arriving on the afternoon of June ?9 accompanied by Mr. Richard Duttke, a fellow-photographer. Altho, without some previous training, to shoulder a heavy pack and tramp over sixty miles of the roughest type of mountain country is by no means an easy task, Heinemann and Duttke, realizing the rarity of the specimens at stake, agreed to start without delay. The rest of the afternoon and some time the next morning was taken in overhauling and arranging our outfit. Heinemann had been notified before leax4ng the city, of the needs of the trip and came provided with a generous supply of film packs, a 26-foot coil of rubber tubing, flash-lights and other photo- graphic equipment'. Duttke. appointed commissary-in-chief, busied himself laying out a stock of provisions that would have almost done for a journey to the Fig. 48. RAY SEARCHING FOR N?STS OF L?UCO?TICT? NEAR SUMMIT OF PYRAMID PEAK pole. This we materially re- duced,however,as Heinemann and I, from prexdous experi- ence, drew the line at a pack weighing over 45 pounds. To save time the trip to the peak was laid by Glen Alpine Gorge, a rougher tho some- what shorter route than by Phillips' Station, Echo and the Forni Meadow. Thru the kindness of Mr. Charles Young we were taken as far as Tallac by motor-boat, which saved us seven miles over sandy roads. It was about eleven when we filed out ' of Tallac; and the pack, head winds and hilly road made traveling slow and laborious. On every lake we past, myriad white-capt waves were racing before the wind; while all around, the swaying forest trees creakt and groaned in a way that was decidedly depressing. Late in the afternoon we reacht Glen Alpine Springs where we waited for dinner so as to make no inroad on our own supply. Leax4ng here, Grass Lake was made at dusk, where, among w. ind-sheltering rocks, we unrolled our blankets for the night. The roaring winds still showed no sign of abating and we began to feel uncertain, not only of securing any photographs but of ever reaching the nest location; for when such hurricanes as this rage on these mountain tops it is practically impossible to go against them. As the wind continued all night and the following morning we decided to leave the Pyramid Peak Trail and press on to Lake of the XVoods to await a possible change in weather conditions. A little after dawn we were zigzaging up the steep trail which leads to Lak6 Lucile. Before we could reach the latter, however, it was necessary to mount a great bank of snow, which, almost vertical, rose about thirty feet high and blockt