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places, rests 400 feet below sea level. Its banks soar upward to form the flanks of 8,000-foot mountains (page 355). No roads link Chelan with the little com munity of Stehekin at the lake's head, but a diesel ferry, Lady of the Lake, makes the round trip every summer day. We boarded her at Twentyfive Mile Creek, the end of the road from Chelan (page 352). Broom Shoos Bears From Berry Patch With us, crowding aboard the vessel, came 66 members of the Sierra Club - men, wom en, and children-bound for a high trip in the Glacier Peak area. The club, founded by John Muir in the 1890's, with about 16,000 members from every cor ner of the country, is one Test drilling for of the largest organiza- Cloud hovers low tions in the United States K dedicated to preserving wilderness and scenic areas. Kathleen, Andy, and I joined this ex pedition. Bucking a headwind, the vessel plowed stead ily through choppy water as flanking hills grew to mighty crags. We eased toward shore at Canoe Creek, aiming for a tiny dock where an elderly, straight-backed woman waited for us. Behind her, in a sunny clearing, stood a log cabin. As we nosed in to the dock, our mate leaned from the gunwale with a couple of letters. She took them, waved, and we veered away. "Mrs. Pilz lives there all alone," the skipper told me. "Used to shoot bears when they raided her berry patch, but they got too heavy for her to move away. Now she shoos them off with a broom. Quite a girl. We're about the only people she sees." By the time the boat drew in at Stehekin, the big peaks had enfold ed us. We disembarked, 357 shifted our dunnage to an antique bus, and jolted 12 miles along the roaring Stehekin River to a campsite in tall woods. With practiced speed the Sierra Club members pitched tents, sorted pack frames, duffel bags, and ice axes, fetched water, and blew up air mattresses. Al Caldwell, the club cook, conjured delicious smells from a set of army vats. When the chow line formed, I had a chance to survey my companions. Most were ordinary vacationers - elderly couples, students, entire families bent on roughing it. I couldn't tell a business mag nate from a schoolteacher, since all wore a variegated uniform of patched pants and weather-beaten parkas. copper, men live in tents on isolated Miners Ridge. win this view from a helicopter. )DACHROMEBY NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICPHOTOGRAPHERKATHLEENREVIS © N.G .S.