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At the bottom I found the road about twelve feet wide fairly blocked up by the boulders that had come down with the few I started from the top. The swift and turbulent stream is so close as to leave but little room for the road, the canyon being narrow and the walls almost vertical for hundreds of feet. Found numbers of men and boys fishing for trout. Made some sketches up and down the canyon. Found a short cut path and returned to camp.
     Sunday, the 9th of June, I spent in sketching and during the week following made several excursions sketching, gunning and geologizing. The most notable event was the ascent of the snow-capped mountain, the highest of the Wasatch range in this region. With Jackson and others I left camp at about 12 o'clock, the main object being to get some photographs of the falls, the view of which is very fine from the high rocky ledge on the south. A rainbow played about its base and thousands of white wiry streams of water played fantastically among the chinks of the broken wall.
     Jackson remained below preparing his camera and I was soon well out of sight up the succession of high cliffs above the falls and finding myself considerably advanced toward the summit of the mountain I decided to follow up the ledge and ascend the snowy summit. About a mile of exceedingly hard scrambling through dense copses of bushes and great piles of rocks brought me to the first snow. Being thirsty I gathered a few handfulls and placed it on a rock, allowed it to melt