KINGS AND KERN CANYONS

ELL outside the park's boundaries and overlooking it from the east, the amazing, craggy Sierra gives birth in glacial chambers to two noble rivers. A hundred thousand rivulets trickle from the everlasting snows; ten thousand resultant brooks roar down the rocky slopes; hundreds of resultant streams swell their turbulent, trout haunted currents.

One of these rivers, the Kings, flows west, paralleling the northern boundary of the park. The other, the Kern, flows south, paralleling its eastern boundary.

The Kings River Canyon and the Canyon of the Kern are practically matchless for the wild quality of their beauty and the majesty of their setting. The traveler goes home to plan his return, for this is a country whose peculiar charm lays an enduring clutch upon desire. "The Greater Sequoia" has few visitors yet—but they are worshippers.

Unlike many areas of extreme rocky character, this is not specially difficult to travel; it curiously adapts itself to trails. It is an ideal land for the camper.

But one must go well equipped. There must be good guides, good horses, and plenty of warm clothing. The difference here between a good and an indifferent equipment is the difference between satisfaction and misery.

ARMY PASS IN JULY; ON THE CREST OF THE SIERRA ABOUT TEN MILES SOUTH OF KINGS AND KERN CANYONS Photograph by C. H. Hamilton

HERE THE SIERRA HAS MASSED HER MOUNTAINS; TUMBLED THEM WILFULLY, RECKLESSLY, INTO ONE TITANIC, SPRAWLING HEAP Photograph by H. C. Tibbitts