MY best work has always been done when there has been an introduction of variety into my life; and no form of variety has been more welcome or more effective than travel. In the early years most of my trips were brief ones like the two-week vacation through Yellowstone Park which so disturbed my elderly seatmate in the Northern Pacific sleeping car; many of them were even briefer than that, consisting of walking and, later, automobile camping trips of a few days each. For the first we carried light packs and slept in farmhouses or country hotels. For the latter, two, three, or four of us would go in a single car with camp gear loaded in the trunk and on the fenders.
Among vacations particularly remembered was a climb up Mount Lafayette, one November in the '20's, with Ted Miller. We left Franconia at daylight and were on the summit by noon. Here, besides the exciting prospect of the Presidential Range under a cloudless sky, there were small matters of nearer interest. There were, for instance, mouse tracks in the light snow right up and into the cairn on the summit; and there were cat tracks as well. What the cat lived on was evident, but how does a mouse find food and shelter above the timber line in the dead of winter?
We took the trail south over Lincoln Mountain and spent the night at a little hotel in North Woodstock. Here lived a bevy of