Early Monday morning we drove up Lamoille Canyon until snow blocked the road about 1/4 mile short of the road end. From here we ascended the trail to, Island Lake and then climbed peak 11,133 on the Lamoille Quadrangle map (or peak 11,175 on the Ruby Division Map of the Humboldt National Forest) via its east ridge by first crossing a steep snow field below the cliffs just south of Island Lake. Again we had some marvelous glissading on the descent. Dropping directly off the summit in a southeast direction, we were able to glissade to within a few hundred feet of the canyon bottom just south of the road end. We reached the car by 9:00 a.m. after a round trip of about 3 hours. We arrived in Los Angeles at ll:OO p.m. Monday night.

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It has been a bad year for the DPS. Two of our finest hikers, climbers, leaders, and most importantly, people, have died as results of accidents. They were friends to all of us. On Easter Sunday, April 2, we had to say goodbye for the last time to a leader, teacher and close friend of the entire section. From the first moment I met Wally Henry I knew that here was a man I wanted alongside me in case of any emergency. Fearless, capable, knowledgeable, agile with the unassuming physica1 and mental strength of the truly strong, I recognized a friend of unusual value and inspirations. He always imbued you with confidence to do things you didn't think you were capable of doing. Although I a member and leader of many difficult, dangerous and distant expeditions and climbs, he died while teaching another on Mt. Owens in the nearby Sierras. When someone of Wally's caliber leaves our world too early, we wonder why it must always be one who gives so much of himself. Why should a life depend on a piton? Do we curse the pin? Wally wouldn't allow such a discussion and would accept the cards that fate dealt. Totally at home on the rock or in the mountains, he lived and departed, doing what he loved to do. The Zen Buddhists have a philosophy, "When you reach the summit, keep on climbing." This total man had already reached the summit in the hearts of all of us. Wally we all know, you are still climbing!

Les Stockton

On the twenty-third of July, 1972, I made my 250th ascent of Mt. San Jacinto. I have dedicated this milestone to a member of the Sierra Club with whom I have climbed many mountains. He was a man small in stature but big-hearted and full of spirit. It seemed that every time we stopped to rest he would have a sandwich in hand, but if anyone needed a little help he was always there. I cannot think of anyone that I would rather have climbed with. On the fifteenth of July, 1972, this fine man, while camping, was struck by lightning along with a friend, William Miller. The man upstairs must have a special mountain for him to climb. This man, who we shall miss but will always climb with us in our hearts, was BOB HERLIHY - MOUNTAINEER.

Sid Davis

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