WEEDSMUIR PARK is not only a
uge British Columbian gift for gener-
tions to come—it is a parcel of exceptions
nd beauty and space such as one could
ever grow tired of reviewing.

Phere are the highly coloured Rainbow
fountains, not-too-long extinct volcanoes
‘hich spewed forth great ridges of lava
hingles that have preserved through the
ears the colours of the mother-fire.
here you may slide down*a slope of
right red, or scramble over to one of
ellow, or orange . . . (you don’t believe
his—neither did I. So I went there
nee, and I went back again, and again,
nd I’m planning just one more trip . . .)

FIFTEENTH EDITION

By CLIFFORD R. KOPAS
*

An Article in Which One Picture is

Worth Ten Thousand Words, and in

Which We are Using Photographs to
Tell Most of the Story.

There are the thundering Cadences of
Mystery Falls, where a river, full-born
from Turner Lake held high in the cloud-
shrouded cradles of the Coast Range,
tumbles 827 feet in the clear before the
water starts to strike rock. Ordinarily
the falls do not roar — falling water does
not roar until it strikes something, and
here the “something” is so far down in
the bottom of the canyon that the sound
is almost completely deadened. But it
does hiss like a thousand steam loco-
motives with their safety valves open.
Trappers say that when the ice from
ten-mile long Turner Lake all tries to
get through the narrow outlet and over

the falls at one time, the crackling is like
an artillery duel, and the roaring, growl-
ing and vibration can be heard and felt
ten miles away .. .

There are alpine meadows so extensive
that a thousand head of cattle could graze
on them... but instead of cattle you find
herds of caribou, and scores of deer and
more moose than you ever imagined
existed... A

There is an enchanted circle of three
hundred and fifty miles of connected
waterways lakes and rivers joined
in one navigable course that offers the
water-lover everything from roaring cat-
aract to dreamy lagoon. There are

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