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of successfully reaching the summit were gone so we had to content ourselves with a wild slide back to the timber line, 6,000 feet below.
On this trip I carried a small still camera and being a real amateur had shot picture after picture without any rhyme or reason. In the winter that followed I caught myself recommending the thrill of mountain climbing to all of my friends. Man}^ times during that winter I showed the best of my kodak pictures (the poorer ones having been secretly destroyed), bragging about the dangers of mountain climbing, but always I noticed my inability to paint the real atmosphere of the wonderful mountain. I often wished that I could take my Eastern friends into the high peaks so that they might enjoy, what seemed to me, the greatest of all outings. I even went so far as to plan to run a pack string the following summer; the only thing that held me back Avas the amount of work which such a procedure entailed. But one day I had the happy thought that moving pictures of such a trip would capture the spirit where the still pictures had failed, and in this way I would be able to take the mountains to my friends. Naturally with this idea came the question of how to make it commercial, but that is a story all in itself and has no part in this book.
July of 1914 found me once more at timberline on Mt. Adams, accompanied by a crew of six men. This time we were successful in reaching the highest point, the Middle summit, 12,307 feet in the air, and had tin1 satisfaction of knowing that Ave were the first ever to carry a motion picture camera to the top of a perpetually snow-capped peak in the United States. We had been compelled to camp for two Aveeks waiting for the right atmospheric conditions before making the climb. It had taken us fourteen hours to carry the two hundred pounds of camera paraphernalia to the summit, and it took eight hours more to struggle back through the rocks and snow to our camp at timberline; but the1 twenty-two hours of putting one foot ahead of the other had been Avell worth the effort. Upon our return to Portland, Oregon, and the developing of the nega
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