. The Saturday evening post. away fromsuch an unheard-of in-trusion. We descended toward what we couldoccasionally see was a basin, into which thisstream and probably others flowed. As weneared the evident center our road becamerockier, and the roar of other waters madeus spur our horses to see what we intuitivelyfelt to be something unusual. A Country of Thrills And so it proved. Three rushing streamscame together at one point with such a roarthat we could scarcely tell each other thatthis must be the head of Bechler was delighted to find good pasturein the basin, so we pitched o
. The Saturday evening post. away fromsuch an unheard-of in-trusion. We descended toward what we couldoccasionally see was a basin, into which thisstream and probably others flowed. As weneared the evident center our road becamerockier, and the roar of other waters madeus spur our horses to see what we intuitivelyfelt to be something unusual. A Country of Thrills And so it proved. Three rushing streamscame together at one point with such a roarthat we could scarcely tell each other thatthis must be the head of Bechler was delighted to find good pasturein the basin, so we pitched our tents at thevery point of the union of the streams, andnamed the place Three River Junction—named not because we thought it pretty orromantic but because neither we nor otherswould call it anything else. Such a happy lot we were! At five P. had crossed the Rubicon without losinga horse or injuring a person; only a rope ortwo were broken as the pack horses crowdedbetween trees or bit and kicked each otheron the Unnamed Cascade — Upper Falls River We spent three great days here exploringstream and canon. We felt almost like first-nighters, viewing Natures wonderful camera bag included three falls, severalcascades, one hot spring and some rockformations, all within half a mile of ourcamp. The government topographical map,made from a survey in 1883, had noted noneof these features. When we broke camp and started downthe canon of the Bechler River, man andNature were in tune. Just leaving this de-lightful vestibule of fairyland and enteringa long corridor, we were as truly led by asprite as any children in wonderland. We had just passed a group of hot poolswhen someone pointed high up on thecanons side, saying Oh, look—cascade!There a small stream came dancing down awide stone way almost too broad for itsvolume. Many tall spruce trees preventeda good photograph. The perpendicular ofthis cascade, unhonored and unsung byname, is two hundred and sixty feet.
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