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timothy fields and flower-studded pastures, led us to Otto's green door yard. He had answered no letters, but the horses were tethered and he came out of the shed with a blanket in one hand and a pack saddle in the other. While we were unloading the car, Mrs. Otto called "Dinner's ready," from a white porch bright with sweet peas. Her dinner was for us -creamed onions, garden lettuce, a platter of fried chicken, homemade currant jelly, and her own bread to spread it on. We gave thanks we had not lunched on the way. After cherry pie and a last cup of coffee, we ambled up through the timber, enjoying the pack-free walk. Otto's irrigation ditch, flowing with clear, soft water, guided us around into the creek from which it flowed. An old copper mine road took us upstream toward the Colony Lakes. The bridges were gone, but we found a felled log near all the crossings. Otto, who passed us on the trail, chose a dry knoll for our camp. He threw off our freight where the gnarled scrub pines of timber line would give us a windbreak without cutting off our view. Crestone Needle, towering yet intimate, seemed all the steeper for the flat mirror of water at its base. Lofty Playground for Bear and Cubs Climbing out of the Colony Lakes bowl on a trip to Kit Carson, north along the range, we heard a guttural woof-woofing that warned us to move quietly. For the next half hour we watched a big bear with two cubs. There was no food hunting, or other practical activity. They seemed to have come up to the 13,000-foot tableland to play.* Humboldt, our second peak, was a magnified anthill of rock. From the drudgery of climb we looked across to Colorado's handsomest ridge, the jagged connecting spine between Crestone Needle and Cres tone Peak. The conglomerate of these moun tains gave us good entertainment. It is a green cementing rock set 200 Standley Photographers with varicolored stones. Sheared Unwise Climbers Make Work for Firemen off, it looks like panchromatic salami. Sandstone pinnacles in the Garden of the Gods often lure would-be alpinists into dangerous escapades. The Colorado * See "Lords of the Rockies," by Wen Springs Fire Department stands ready to save them. Here a dell and Lucie Chapman, NATIONAL GEO rescuer carries a marooned daredevil down a ladder. GRAPHIC MAGAZINE, July, 1939.