, the boat which will take him the
ee hundred and fifty miles of water-
ys. A trip taking in all features, and
cting from either end, could be made
ifortably in about two weeks. Much
uld be lost by haste.

\n alternative to either route would
to go by motor across the Chilcotin
tteau to Anahim Lake, engage guides
| horses there and enter the park
ough the Rainbow Mountains.

rest I have made Tweedsmuir Park
ind so sweet that a trip through it
uld appear as pleasant and dreamy as
Iking through rose arbours with a
iple of pretty girls, I am going to relate
. adventures of a trip made by Harold
les (my boon companion and a swell :
low) exc Esyselt HOR te ead aes oe Mackensie’s Rock, near Bella Coola.
otographing the park and gaining first-
nd information.

Photo: Courtesy King’s Printer, Victoria, BuG

tent, and like fool white men fretted
and chewed our finger-nails. (Giles said
they were as edible as some of the meals
I cooked anyway). Our Indian packer
took a piece of canvas, rolled himself in
it, coiled up like a fox and slept the thirty-
six hour storm out without a nightmare.

Northward we went through fallen
timber, rainstorms, snowstorms and _hail-
storms all a-mixed and eventually reached
the Tetachuck River. Here a guide with
a party of tourists ferried our packs
across the river and we swam the horses
across.

Two miles up from the crossing we
came to the campsite at the foot of Teta-
chuck Lake. We were taking to the water
here so we sent our Indian back as we
had no room for him in our boat.

In fact, we hardly had room for our-
selves in it. Originally intended to carry
one man, the collapsible canvas boat that
Tetachuck Falls, Tweedsmuir Park. we had packed with us and assembled

— Photo: Copyright, Clifford R. Kopas, Bella Coola, B. Cc. here was forced to take two men and

Without cook or guide we started from
e Bella Coola Valley, climbed over the
gh pass into the Rainbows, swept down
1 Takia Lake, full of fighting Steel-
sads. (I mean, the lake was full of
vhting Steelheads.) We crossed the
ean River and rode into the village of
Ikatcho. But all the Indians were gone
-somebody must have told them we
ere coming — so we rode into the sticks
vain. That afternoon we ran smack
ito a grizzly bear on the trail who
me running right at us. But he wasn’t
aarging, for when about twenty feet
rom my horse (who had been asleep
1r the last three miles and didn’t even
waken for this excitement) he turned
side on a branch-trail and to the chatter-
ig accompaniment of a dozen squirrels
isappeared into the woods. But the
ssults were practically the same as a
harge. Besides, I was scared a-plenty.
The next day it rained. And rained.

he west-wall hadn’t wrung enough Overlooking Noose-Gultz Valley, in the southern part of Tweedsmur Park. This valley is
ioisture out of the passing clouds, so tributary to Bella Coola.
‘e had to do it. Giles and I sat in our —Photo: Copyright, Clifford R. Kopas, Bella Coola, B. C.

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