On May the tenth a party of twenty-seven left Seattle for the club's first mountain conquest. Everyone was ready with true mountaineer spirit. No seats in the car were attainable and so the baggage car was given us for the trip. This only made it a greater lark and those who haven't traveled widely in such cars don't know what fun it is. The rain on the way made the woodsy smell only the sweeter and upon arriving in Snoqualmie several of the most venturesome still cried to sleep out. However, the women of the party went to the hotels and the men rested on the soft floor or a vacant house offered as our headquarters, during the stay.

Saturday morning we were all assembled from the four corners of Snoqualmie, by a melodious "Chinese" gong, consisting of the circular saw hung on a wire. That camp in the yard of the headquarters was our home for the two days spent in the village. There was abundant supply of kindling wood, right at hand, boxes for tables and chairs, and a well of fine water. Really a fashionable camp we all agreed.

The first day was spent in visiting the falls, with one or two side trips taken by the followers of Isaac Walton. Everyone who had not seen Snoqualmie Falls before was greatly surprised by their beauty. The trail through the woods, through the dense shadows, suddenly ending at the verge of the cliff over which the waters dash two hundred sixty-eight feet is enough to quicken anyone's pulse. Several followed the trail to the base of the cliff and had a little experience in rock scrambling, which came in good play the following trip. No matter where you view the falls they are imposing and the fact that they give away so much of their power, still retaining such beauty makes one appreciate the foamy, tumbling mass the more.

In the evening a huge campfire cracked and hissed on the river bank down the hill from camp. Dr. Peck and Dr. Eaton were masters of ceremonies and their evening program was certainly a success. Each member of the party contributed a number and when the second party came from the train they were met by flaming torches and lusty yells of welcome, which echoed and re-echoed down the valley. After fathering around again and listening to Professor Landes' plans for the morning trip, the camp fire was abandoned and sleeting-bags sought.

The next morning almost before the first Snoqualmie cock crew, the line-up for Mount Si was ready. Some of the party had to be left behind for which everyone was heartily sorry. Professor Landes was in charge of the line with Mr. Boyer, Mr, Blake and Mr. Nelson as captains of Companies "A", "B" and "C". Mr Nye of Snoqualmie acted as guide and Mr. Curtis and Mr. Price as advvance guards. The party numbered thirty when it started at 5:30. Of this number twenty-four reached the summit.

The first hour of the trip was along the river among the maples and ferns, Mount Si ever looming before us, the pinnacles hidden in a grey, lowering cloud mass. Afterwards the party came out in that almost unending rock slope with which "Old Si" has surrounded its base, during the centuries. Here a cache was made of all unnecessary packs and the of the party left the main line. Our trail led out over the huge slabs and boulders. Ever upward we climbed looking for the pinnacles that were visible only at times, between the clouds. Then reaching the cloud zone, all distance was shut off and with it the trail. Reaching the base of an impassible cliff the party waited for the clouds to clear, while the scouts hunted for the trail. In a short time the clouds parted and we were called to the trail, farther down the slope. Everyone had a good supply of second wind wind that was found for the mountain might not be a feather in our caps that night, unless speed was made.

At ten, the first general half was called for luncheon. Two more decided the mountain was too high and when the line started on they were left with a cheery bonfire to comfort them. Our trail led ever upward not wasting time in winding around the mountain flank, but growing steeper and steeper. Now than then a cry of "look out below" and a rock loosened by the forward companies would fly by. Fortunately the sky was overcast that day. At times as the goal seemed almost impossible, the cheery words of comrades spurred us on, until at last we came to the end of the talus slope and to the narrow chimney or rift through one of the pinnacles, and on up to the summit, reaching it at one ten. We were greeted here by a huge bonfire which Mr. Price and Mr. Curtis had ready for us, and though everyone was hungry and weary, the whole party, inspired by the actual summit were ready with yells of victory and with energy to enjoy a snowball fight in the adjoining field. Then to the dinner in our meadow of princess pines and kinnikinnick with the cloud bank beneath us and here and there an island hill-top or a shimmering band of river showing through the parted cloud masses.

Our time being limited we remained on the summit only for a short time and started on the tedious down hill trail at two. That talus slope will long remain in our minds. It seemed endless as we carefully picked our way to avoid sliding rocks. On the downward trip we were rewarded with a grand view of the country to the west. The Sound shown as a line of glimmering silver and the valley winding on and our on its sea-ward journey was worth all the toil of the morning.

When at last we reached the field at the mountain base, some had almost forgotten how to walk on the level, but as the party came into camp, radiant with its conquest everyone was ready to cheer for Mount Si and ready also to partake of the splendid dinner all prepared, thanks to the home party.

The home coming was interesting especially to those scholarly tendencies, who planned to reach Seattle that night. But, also, for plans of mice and men! We will long remember the ride though the dense black forest. This party managed to reach Seattle 7:30 Monday morning and the main party, at 10, all sunburned, triumphant and loyal to Mt Si or "Mount Sigh" as some now wish to call it.