August 17th

Sunday. I was up this morning at 5:30, made a fire, filled the coffee pot with ice and put it on to melt and boil. I then called the boys, we had breakfast, and started up the mountain carrying the plane table, camera and lunch. When we were nearly at the top a ledge of bad rock stopped the rest of the party, so I took the plane table and camera to the summit, by making several trips, and worked there for three or four hours. The view was beautiful. In front of us stood up the three peaks of Mt Reid, with the large main lake in front at the end of the Glacier, and to the left the smaller Berg lake piled with ice-bergs. To the S.W. loomed up quite a large mountain mass pouring down Glaciers into the thick tributary. To the west we could see down to Muir inlet, and the whole of the Fairweather Range beyond. To the north Snow Dome, Mt Cushing and Granite Canon were close at hand, and to the NW the great long tributaries of Muir Glacier seemed to extend indefinitely, flanked by numerous mountains, so distant that they looked quite small.

The scramble up and down Tree Mt. was very laborious especially with the heavy and clumsy instruments we had to carry.