National Geographic : 1964 Apr
moods. We finished breakfast and struck camp in a hurry so that we would be out on the lake in the open canoes to enjoy the offer ings of nature to the fullest. We planned it perfectly. Halfway back to the outlet, the rain started. It wasn't a down pour, but the near-freezing cold eased our disappointment. We finally reached shore and returned our canoes to their owner, the white bearded, pink-cheeked man who rules over Shoshone Lake for the Park Service-Albert Van S. Pulling (page 572). This respected woodsman and author of books on canoeing, under the name Pierre Pulling, had built a fire under a tarpaulin. He was giving us a choice of pleasures: Either stand out in the invigorating rain or hunch under the smoke-filled canvas and let the tears of joy come to our eyes. After enjoying as much of this as we could stand, we exult antly walked the four miles back to the high way on a trail deep enough in water to keep our feet from getting overheated. You may run across people who return from wilderness outings with no joy on their faces, but we found the last part of our ven ture to be the best part. U. S. 89 uses the valleys of the Gardner and High in Canada's Columbia Icefield, a Snow mobile's passengers peer into a crevasse of Atha basca Glacier. Melt from the three-way divide flows to the Pacific, Arctic, and Atlantic.