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there at the pass and nearly on the divide itself and survey the range--stupendous and breathtaking and an awe-inspiring scene if there ever was one. We were above the timber line and walked over huge snowdrifts, and on the first day of summer at that. It was another new experience for me and an exciting one. We were all pleased to note that the altitude didn't seem to bother us. I note from the two pictures of me that day that I still look a but thin after my tooth experience and also that I am sporting a barely discernible moustache. Willie also appears a bit thin. But we were enjoying ourselves and having a very thrilling time. The expense record is really quite a revealing little summary sometimes such as on this particular day:

[[two columns, the first the item of expense, the seond the amount[[

From the above, I deduce several things: I began using Ethyl gas, although 8¢ a gallon more costly than regular, because Dodgem had probably begun knocking pretty bad on the long, steep climbs such as Fall River Road. Also the tire repair item confirms that we did have a puncture on the Fall River drive. I'd also judge that we began finding time hanging heavy on our hands once in awhile and bought a deck of cards with which to amuse ourselves.

On Monday, still another beautiful, hot day, we returned to Bear Lake and then the three of us walked up the trail to Dream Lake, a two-mile walk. Mother didn't quite get to Dream Lake because of two perilous crossings of the creek; otherwise she would have made the entire distance, which, at 10,000 feet elevation, I think was quite remarkable for her. Dream Lake was indeed a dream, lying just below Hallett's Peak, but the photo doesn't give any more than the faintest idea of it. Again, what a shame we couldn't take these shots in color as they would have been terrific. The photos show lots of snow and Willie and I walking around in it although lightly dressed. We discovered, however, when we got back to the hotel, that we were pretty fagged out from the long walk to Dream Lake, so we rested the rest of the afternoon and went to the movies in the evening, seeing Maurice Chevalier in "The Love Parade," which is described in my diary as "good but risque." I wonder what it would look like today in that respect. This was our last day at Rocky Mountain National Park. I didn't keep mileages while we were there but making an allowance of say 90 miles for the return trip to Denver via Loveland, we must have driven approximately 200 miles around the park and vicinity. And once more the expense record on this last day at the