The Infamous Black Bird Southern Oregon History, Revised

Take a Hike
Hiking Jackson County, Oregon.

Hiker, October 6, 1907 Sunday Oregonian
October 6, 1907 Sunday Oregonian

Found the Valley.
    Israel Patton of this place, and a cousin of the same name who recently came out from the East, had an unpleasant experience in the mountains last week. They started to cross the Siskiyous from Ashland to Grouse Creek, going by the trail that leads directly from this place toward the summit of Ashland Butte. They found so much snow on the mountains that they couldn't follow the trail, and were soon bewildered and lost. After wandering about for a day or two they came to a point where a beautiful little valley opened to view far below them. "Now we're all right," said Patton. "That's the valley of Cottonwood Creek, on the south side of the range." They made directly for the valley, and soon reached it, but were more bewildered than ever when they discovered that they had come back into the valley they started from, a short distance above Ashland. They will follow the stage road around as far as possible hereafter.
Ashland Tidings, June 18, 1886, page 3

Mt. Pitt.
    Mount Pitt rears its grand old head high and majestically between the northern end of Upper Klamath Lake and Rogue River Valley. It is very seldom ascended, very few ever having the hardihood to venture scaling its frowning cliffs. Eugene Recksecker, U.S. geological surveyor, made the ascent a short time ago, and on the top of the hoary old peak found, enclosed in bottles, the names of former adventurous mountain climbers. On one strip of paper Rufus S. Moore's surveying party, consisting of R. S. Moore, S. B. Low, R. A. Klippel, Dan S. Griffith, John Klippel and W. H. Jordan, register themselves as having dined at that place Monday, July 21, 1884. The bill of fare consisted of bread, bacon and beans, with snow and ice cream for dessert. W. M. Mathes, Peter Barneburg, W. M. S. VanDyke and H. G. Mathes register as having made the ascent August 20, 1884. All express themselves as delighted with the panorama spread out before their vision from the lofty pinnacle, one of the highest peaks in the Cascade Mountains and overlooking the entire Klamath Basin as well as Rogue River Valley.--[Star.
Ashland Tidings,
July 30, 1886, page 3

    Wm. Priest and G. H. Watt, with W. J. Fitzgerald as guide, ascended Mount Pitt on the 22nd, says the Sentinel. The ascent was made from the northeast, which is one of the most difficult points of ascent on the mountain, considerable of the distance having to be made in the snow, which is steeper than the roof of a house, and a very little slip would have precipitated the party on the rocks below. It required six hours to make the ascent. They found the top of the mountain nothing but rock, which comes to a sharp peak from which they could stand and look down the sides of the mountain in every direction. To the south and west the view was greatly obscured by the smoke, but to the north and east a fair view of the various mountain peaks and many lakes, including Klamath, were had.
    On a pile of small rock was found three cans. On the outside of the cans the following was found: Will Matthes, W. S. Van Dyke, S. B. Low, Peter Barneburg, Phoenix, Aug. 30, 1883. Also J. W. McDonough, John Klippel, August 4, 1885.
    In another place was found the name K. Kerr without a date.
    Inside of a can on an envelope appeared the name of Wm. Turnham, Sams Valley, Aug. 20, 1884.
    On a card was written M. B. Kerr, topographer U.S. Geological Survey, K. C. Kerr, Washington, D.C., and J. R. McBride, California, assistants, June 26, 1886, 2 days from Ashland.
    On another paper was the following: Wm. Matthes, Peter Barneburg. W. S. Van Dyke and Harry Matthew. Feeling grateful to the Creator for all things for his mercy and wonderful works, we ask his blessing for a safe return. On this same paper was the name of a Cyrus Pickens, Table Rock.
    Another paper gave the following information: Mt. Pitt, latitude 42 degs. 28 minutes north, longitude 122 degs. 18 minutes west, altitude 10,800, which had a line drawn through it and 9,760 substituted. Signed, party No. 2, Cascade Section, Pacific Division, Department of Geography, June 25, 28, 29 and 30, 1886. Referred to Fort Klamath 4235 Ashland 1874.
    From this point Fish Lake bears S 20 degs. east, Four Mile Lake S 67 degs. east.
    On the back, reoccupied June 30th and July 1, 1887.
    On another paper were the names of Rufus Moore's surveying party, giving the bill of fare as follows:
Bread, Bacon and Beans.
Pipe, Snow and Ice Cream.
    Added to the above was July 23, 1887, 1 p.m., G. H. Watt and W. J. Fitzgerald ascended by backbone on which is situated the big rock, leaving School Supt. Wm. Priest of Jackson Co. at the snow line to recuperate, where we expect to find him on our return.
    LATER--3 p.m. I have arrived.      Wm. Priest.
    After the party had enjoyed themselves rolling rocks down the mountain, they returned in about three hours to their camping place at Twin Lakes.
Democratic Times, Jacksonville, August 5, 1887, page 1

    Mt. Pitt's towering form looms up in monarchical grandeur, while its snow-covered back glistens in the sun. From C. H. Pierce, who explored the mountain last summer, we learn that from its summit 13 lakes and three rivers can be seen. The principal lakes are the two Klamaths, Aspen, Buck, Fish, Squaw, Four Mile Lake, Twin Lakes and Lake of the Woods. The three large rivers are Klamath, Rogue River and the headwaters of the Sacramento. There are fewer mountains that give a wider and more interesting amount of scenery than Mt. Pitt's summit. The mountain is 10,000 feet above sea level.
"Medford Items," Valley Record, Ashland, June 23, 1892, page 3

    Last Friday, as a means of recreation and pleasure, Misses Edith Nicholson, Prudie and Kate Angle, Pearl Webb, Floyd White and Elvin Crutchfield made up a party for an inspection of the topmost point of Roxy Ann mountain. They report having had a most delightful time, a splendid view of our now most wondrous beautiful valley; gathered pebbles from the mountaintop--and got more fatigue than they could conveniently handle every day in the week.
"A Grist of Local Haps and Mishaps," Medford Mail, May 7, 1897, page 2

List of Climbers of Mount Pitt.
    The following list contains all names which it has been possible to obtain of persons who have climbed to the summit of Mount Pitt, up to the time of the Mazamas' ascent on August 16, 1896. No records had been kept, and only a few scraps of paper in an old can were found with names on them, together with a stick on which a few names had been carved. These relics were removed by the Mazamas, and are in the hands of the Historian; while a copper box was left on the summit, containing a record book, in which all previous names found were entered. Corrections and additions to this list are requested, and should be sent to the Secretary. The date named is that of the person's first ascent; the address is given as at the time of the ascent; and the state is understood to be Oregon, unless otherwise noted.

Addington, George B., Jacksonville, 1891
Alexander, Arthur, Oakland, Cal., 1886

Angel, Charles W., Jacksonville, 1891

Balcomb, Prof. E. E., Monmouth, 1896
Balcomb, Mrs. E. E., Monmouth, 1896
Barneburg, Peter, Phoenix, 1883
Beagle, J. H., Prospect, 1893

Bronaugh, Earl C., Jr., Portland, 1896
Burrows, Grant, Lebanon, 1895
Butler, William E., Ashland, 1896

Cockerline, Herbert N., Eugene, 1896
Cooper, Mrs. Jennie, Independence, 1896

Cox, Prof. Ulysses O., Mankato, Minn., 1896

Daley, Geo. W., Sr., Eagle Point, 1882
Daley, Irwin, 1893
Damon, Loren L., Medford, 1894

De Moss, Homer, Keno, 1895
Dickens, Cyrus, 1884
Donaldson, Frank E., Oregon City, 1896
Eicher, Charles, 1893
Emmitt, R. A., Keno, 1895
Erwin, John P., Iowa, 1886

Evermann, Prof. Barton W., Washington, D.C., 1896

Farmer, L., 1893
Fitzgerald, W. J., 1887

Fuller, E. Fay, Tacoma, Wash., 1896

Gifford, Benjamin A., Portland, 1896
Gorman, Martin W., Portland, 1896
Gray, William, Ashland, 1896

Griffiths, Benjamin, Kelso, Wash., 1884
Grigsby, Lee, 1893
Harman, William L., Portland, 1896
Hayes, T. A., Independence, 1896
Higginbotham, Cass, Eagle Point1882
Holton, H. N.
Horton, J. N., Jacksonville, 1894
Jones, Garl T., Medford, 1894
Jones, Harry, Keno, 1895
Jones, J. C., Butte Creek, 1890
Jordan, Walter, Grants Pass, 1884
Kellogg, Clarence D., Medford, 1894
Kerr, K. C., Washington, D.C., 1886
Kerr, Mark B., Washington, D.C., 1886
Klippel, John, Jacksonville, 1884
Klippel, Richard, Portland, 1884
Leadbetter, Bertha C., San Francisco, 1896
Little, Francis C., Portland, 1896
Love, George M., Jacksonville, 1894
Low, Stephen B., Klamath Falls, 1884
McBride, J. F., California, 1886
McDonough, J. W., Jacksonville, 1885
McLaren, Charles, Red Bluff, Cal., 1896
Mann, Frances, Zena, 1896
Mathes, Harry, Phoenix, 1883
Mathes, William, Phoenix, 1883
Middleton, Mrs. Sue A., Portland, 1896
Miller, Otto, 1893
Moore, Rufus S., Klamath Falls, 1884
Newman, Caroline N., Shreveport, La., 1896
Nicholson, A. C., Butte Creek, 1890
Nickerson, Roscoe, Klamath Agency, 1884
Norris, John R., Ashland, 1895
Parsons, Edward T., Chicago, Ill., 1896
Patrick, W. A., Ashland, 1887
Patterson, George, Riverside, Cal., 1865
Patterson, William, Ashland, 1865
Patton, W. S., Salem, 1895
Pettekau, A. H., Keno, 1895
Pickens, Cyrus, Table Rock, 1883
Pierce, Charles H., jacksonville, 1891
Pierce, Joseph G., Jacksonville, 1891
Pittock, Helen L., Portland, 1896
Pittock, Henry L., Portland, 1896
Priest, William, 1887
Reed, Lottie, Portland, 1896
Ricksecker, E., Washington, D.C., 1886
Scott, Leslie, Portland, 1896
Shaw, Robert J., Ashland, 1896
Shayver, W. F., Butte Creek, 1890
Sholes, Charles H., Portland, 1896
Siebert, John S., Washington, D.C., 1886
Smith, Amanda J., Portland, 1896
Smith, Dr. C. K., DeSmet, Idaho, 1884
Sonnichsen, Monroe, Ashland, 1887
Steel, William G., Portland, 1896
Stewart, William, 1865
Taylor, W. R., 1893
Turnham, William, Sams Valley, 1884
VanDyke, W. S., Phoenix, 1883
Watson, Thomas, Yreka, Cal., 1886
Watson, Winifred, Portland, 1896
Watt, Geo. H., Pullman, Wash., 1887
Whitman, Bert, Butte Creek, 1890
Wilbur, Rev. Earl M., Portland, 1896
Wright, S. R., Klamath Falls, 1895
Wilson, Albert, Klamath Falls, 1888
Wilson, Stanford, Klamath Falls, 1888
Youngs, D. S., Butte Creek, 1890
    Total, 98
Mazama, October 1897, pages 294-295

Ascended Mt. Pitt.
    Misses Minnie Rockfellow and May Dennis and J. Percy Wells, Lloyd Bryant, Waldo Klum and Eldon Dennis ascended Mt. Pitt on August 27th. They camped at the foot of the mountain Sunday night and taking a 4 o'clock a.m. start Monday rode their horses to the timber line. At 9 o'clock they were halfway up the hill and lunched. Upon arriving at the narrow top of the 11,000-foot mountain they registered their names in the Mazama book and took a receipt from the copper box. The wind blew a severe gale, and it was cold and cloudy. The sunny side of the tall and slender mountain was entirely free from snow. The party ascended the mountain to please the curiosity of Miss Minnie Rockfellow, who was burning up with a consuming desire to get nearer to heaven before the allotted time.
Valley Record, Ashland, September 6, 1900, page 3

    Sunday seemed to be the day for excursions to various parts of the country; several parties took the climb to the top of Table Rock and enjoyed the fine view therefrom.

"Table Rock Items," Medford Mail, May 17, 1901, page 3

    Miss Mae McIntyre spent Saturday with Medford relatives and was accompanied home by her sister. On Sunday Clarence Meeker came out and with Mr. Sandals and Miss Grace Dickison made a party to climb the lower Table Rock. They ate lunch by a blazing bonfire and report a good time in spite of fog and clouds.

"Table Rock Items," Medford Mail, November 22, 1901, page 3

Mount Pitt's Great Blow Hole.
    W. L. and P. J. Halley, W. S. Clay and S. M. Drake arrived home Saturday from a hunting trip in the vicinity of Mt. Pitt. They had lots of fun, and would have got lots of game had the game been less exclusive and retiring in its habits. As it was they got a shot at a deer and saw the vanishing form of a brown bear as it went crashing through the brush to get away from their company. All hunting parties have to suffer at least one mishap, and theirs came the last evening they were in camp. While engaged in the all-engrossing mysteries of preparing a bachelor's supper they heard the cracking of a falling tree that was standing high up on the hillside across a narrow ravine from their camp. A glance showed that the big tree was coming straight for their camp, so each man dropped skillet and pan and made a precipitous dash for the sheltering side of the neighboring trees. Along with the party was a lanky hound pup that was having its first experience in the joys and dangers of rural life. The roaring of the falling trees, together with the shouts and rapid flight of the men, threw the dog into a panic and with one despairing yell it disappeared in the forest, and he has not been seen since. Mr. Halley has made diligent inquiries for his dog, but can hear nothing of him and don't know if the dog is still on the runaway in eastern Oregon or whether he dashed his brains out against a tree and has gone to dog heaven. But no damage was caused by the falling tree, though it fell within twelve feet of their campfire and came in an ace of striking some of the men.
    While in the vicinity of Mt. Pitt the party ascended that famous peak. They made the trip up in four hours with no serious fatigue or danger, the descent being made in less than two hours. On the summit they found the Mazamas' copper box, and they added their names to the roll of that society. From the summit they had a magnificent view of Rogue River Valley and of the surrounding mountains and the broad stretch of country to the east. They got a fine view of the great blow hole that is on the east side of the mountain, for Mt. Pitt has been a volcano and in its last spasm it blew a monstrous hole out from its side, leaving its summit intact. Its explosion differs from Mt. Mazama, which blew its entire summit off, and the indications are that the explosion took place the same time. Such a terrific blast of heat came out of the Mt. Pitt blow hole that the surrounding rocks are burned as though they had been in a blast furnace, some being burned into pumice, and others melted into glass. In this great cavity Mr. Halley states that the snow appeared to be at least a thousand feet deep.
Medford Mail, July 25, 1902, page 1

    C. R. Moore, wife and daughter, G. B. Little, J. W. Smith and Ed and Hattie Cingcade, who have been to Fish Lake on an outing, started about 7:30 a.m., August 19th, to Mt. Pitt. About 9:30 they reached the foot of the mountain, where they left their horses and started on foot. When they had gone but a short distance one of their party, J. W. Smith, became tired out and was left to await the return of his companions. After two hours of steady climbing they reached the snow, which in places is nearly four feet deep. As they neared the summit the wind blew quite hard and it was very cold. At 12:30 the reached the summit, where they registered, ate their dinner, and were ready to descend the mountain. Cecil Moore, who is about four years old, made the trip with little assistance, and is the youngest person who has registered up there. Thirteen Lake, Pelican Bay, Mt. Shasta and nearly the whole of Rogue River Valley can be seen from the summit of Mt. Pitt. The party started to descend the mountain about 1 o'clock and reached camp at Fish Lake at 6 in the evening.
A. C. Howlett, "Eagle Point Eaglets," Medford Mail, September 18, 1903, page 7

Medford Is on a Hike.
There is something doing around here
There is tonic in the air,
The people are coming from far and near,
They are coming from the Atlantic, from Posey and from Pike,
And 'twill pay them to stop off here
And watch our Medford Hike.
The roses are in bloom. ripe fruit is on the trees
The yellow grain is waving, a splendid sight to see.
The corn is growing in the fields, the garden is full of beans
And everyone is smiling with money in his jeans;
But this is no comparison I'm telling you all right,
Just come along with me a bit and
Watch our Medford Hike.
Yes come to the exposition and see everything that's great,
For they will entertain you, and take your money while you wait,
When you've seen all the great exhibits and the crowd along the Pike
Just stop off a bit as you come back and
Watch our Medford Hike
So come along, tumble along, don't be alarmed,
For you can make money here to get you all a farm.
You man from Oklahoma, just send for your old mama
And tell her all about us if you like,
And if she is overcome with fear and wonder,
Thinking that all that noise is thunder,
Just tell her that it is only
Our Medford on a Hike.
Medford Mail, July 7, 1905, page 1

Visited Table Rock.
    Sunday H. U. Lumsden and family, C. I. Hutchison and family and Mr. and Mrs. Harry Metzger, of Logansport, Ind., had a most enjoyable automobile trip to Table Rock. They climbed the rock and enjoyed to the full the magnificent view from the summit. In telling of the trip Mr. Lumsden said to a Mail reporter: "We didn't take the machines to the top of the rock; there are some places, you know, where the means of locomotion which nature provides us with is superior to any other; the steep sides of Table Rock is one of them. When we reached the summit Hutchison and I forgot that we were supposed to be staid and steady men of family and business, and commenced rolling rocks down the cliffs whenever we had an opportunity. At length we came to the brink of a cliff over two hundred feet high. It was an ideal place to roll rocks, and we took full advantage of it. The whole party was standing on the edge, as near as they dared, in order to see where the rock struck. It landed with a crash in the midst of a clump of laurel--and then something happened that we hadn't bargained for. Out of that brush patch leaped an immense buck, with spreading, velvet-covered antlers and his smooth coat shining in the sun. Everyone held his or her breath as the deer, with graceful bounds--seemingly unfrightened--made his way around the cliff and out of sight. But you should have seen those Indiana people. The sight of that deer alone was worth all the trip to them. Then when we led them to the side of the rock facing the main valley they could not express their admiration, and no one can describe the scene. If you haven't seen Rogue River Valley from the top of Table Rock, you haven't seen it."
Medford Mail, May 18, 1906, page 1

My Summer Outing.
    MR. EDITOR:--Since coming to Medford I had been promising myself from time to time a short tour to the summit of our venerable peak, Roxy Ann, which faces our city about four miles northeast, with her hills and lowlands dotted with prosperous homes, graceful curves, and towering so lofty and gracefully above the valley. I have frequently, in passing, admired her, wondering how, when and where she came in possession of her historical name, Roxy Ann, but careful inquiry seems to say that the origin is conjectural, but appearances would indicate she had been scooped up out of our beautiful valley in the dim past by nature's mighty hand, but who cares, as long as she is carefully and everlastingly anchored and productive of an extensive rich coal mine. At this point, Mr. Editor, my promised visit to Roxy's summit occurred to me, and the annual outing season was coming to a close and I became seriously interested, nervous and fidgety about my day of sightseeing and recreation, and at once became a little alarmed for fear all the summer folks would return home and I would not be counted in the swim of fashionable life, so I resolved to go at once somewhere, if only for a day. Considering the late date, my situation and surroundings would not permit of my making a trip to any of the leading fashionable resorts and [I] would have to content myself with a day's outing in the vicinity of home, and as I have said I was some interested in our home, Roxy. I thought I would spend the day climbing her rolling, graceful curves, that look so near and yet so far from the city, and see what lay on the other side of her towering summit. So last Monday morning was the day appointed for me to start on my day's outing. My first thought was to break the news gently to Mrs. M., because I had been keeping this jaunt a profound secret to the family, but in the meantime had been unusually thoughtful, kind and courteous to her and getting everything in apple-pie order for my day's absence, Well, at the evening meal the bomb exploded, revealing my intentions and arrangements for my day's outing, and to my surprise and disappointment came a positive remonstrance from Mrs. M,, saying my advice to you is to cancel this long, lonely, adventuresome day's journey and stay at home, keep company with the bucksaw and wood pile, and you will find recreation plenty, for a while. Everything except suicide was thought of, and my manly patience and forbearance was taxed almost beyond control, and I do believe old pioneer Job would have lost his reputation for patience under such trying circumstances, but I did not, for I'm an angel when it comes to patience and forbearance. I just simply replied: "I thank you, Mrs. M., for your seasonable advice, but I cannot consider it for a moment at this late date nor would I listen to Dr. Keene, William Bryan, nor would the presence of a furious Iowa cyclone interfere with my plans." For I was determined to absent myself from the city's hustle, bustle, dust and heat, and escape for a day the smoke from her mills and factories, the life of our city. So I set out as early as possible after a hasty breakfast with two hard-shell biscuits, a half section of the tourist's favorite, the old, reliable, indigestible bologna sausage, as a noonday lunch and two bottles, one for colic, sunstroke, snakebite or any emergency that might suddenly or unexpectedly arise, and the other just half filled with just common Medford water, kind of a ballast for the other hip pocket, which was the cause of my losing so much valuable time and patience in getting hold of the right bottle, when only imaginary emergencies existed. Well, I walked out into the road minus coat, tie and socks, determined to keep cool for one day and resemble a genuine tourist if possible. How natural it is for a lazy fellow starting out afoot for an outing to look for a ride, but not a sign of a wagon could I see going or coming my way, but as I had been told before leaving the city that the distance was only about nine miles, I could easily make the trip in the specified time of one day and I resolved to walk one way at least. So I continued on my way as rapidly as possible in the cool freshness of the morning over the red-hot, dusty roads and through long, winding lanes, but all these marks of civilization were soon passed and I was left to the mercy of a rough, pathless course; but like all Missourians had to keep up a great deal of whistling to keep up courage and I have not the least doubt that many a bear, deer, skunk and lizard received a severe fright at my thundering noise or slipping and flailing about. Occasionally I would halt for a short rest and view Medford, the beautiful, green oasis of the valley below, feel of the tonic bottle, examine the cork, for I was on the alert, as I expected to meet sudden and unexpected emergencies, which was about every fifteen minutes or oftener. It was not long before I reached the tall firs and pines, which rose so high into the air on all sides, telling me I was nearing my coveted destination, the summit. About four hundred yards farther on I caught the first glimpse of the green carpet of the intervening summit--at 11:30 a.m., four hours and a half walk, scaling the ancient peak from her base to the summit. We shall always consider this schedule time for a Missouri tenderfoot, invalid tourist. But for being an indefatigable walker I would never have accomplished so marvelous a task. My next thought was lunch and rest for one hour under the cool, broad, shady branches of one of our dear old Roxy's stately firs. For on reaching my destination I was tired, worn, hollow-stomached, weary-headed and felt as though I was homeless, friendless and a lone wanderer among the tall firs, pines and the expectation of meeting a ghost of old Indian Chief Sam, or of some of his braves, who still stand guard over his once happy hunting grounds on the summit of this princely peak. The day was ideal--clear and smokeless-- and I had an excellent view of our county, her beauty and fertility, when her summer and golden-hued autumn loveliness is at her zenith. I had an elegant, uneventful climb and I consider my trip worth a lifetime, but if I should go again I should prefer a ride home, at least, in a cushion chair. There may be invalid tourists hunting for other worlds to conquer, but I am not longing for other peaks to climb.
Medford Mail, October 5, 1906, page 3

    A couple of Medford's new citizens found Sunday that the world was pretty nearly as large one way as another. They took a stroll out along the P.&E. track to the edge of the desert and then a little beyond and thought they would return home by a new route. Pretty soon they ran into a lot of sticky of about the right consistency to stick and ploughed through that for some distance, finally emerging upon a good road and shortly perceived glimpses of a town through the trees. They, much surprised, supposed the city to be Medford and thinking they had reached it much sooner than they supposed possible, but it wasn't Medford but Central Point, and they were still nearly as far away from home as when they first turned back. It was four o'clock in the afternoon before they reached home, tired, hungry and each one swearing the other was a mighty poor guide.
"City Happenings," Medford Mail, February 21, 1908, page 5

Seven Explorers of the Siskiyou Club Made Good
and Reached the Summit of Mt. Ashland Yesterday Afternoon.

    The seven members of the Ashland Siskiyou Club who carried out the first organized skiing expedition to the summit of Mt. Ashland, and made what it is believed to be the first midwinter trip to the mountain's highest pinnacle, had quite a thrilling adventure of it and say they were well repaid for the trip, although they would not care to repeat the adventure under similar conditions.
    The party is believed to have established a record, however, at least in being the first skiing party to make the trip, if not the very first party to make the ascent to the very summit in midwinter.
    The party left Ashland Saturday afternoon and hiked to Long's Lodge where Mr. Long had with a team preceded them with their supplies. Shortly before seven o'clock Sunday morning the start was made up the forest trail for the summit. Most of the party were equipped with the Norwegian skis, about eight feet in length, but there was on pair of Alaska "webs," and Mr. Long, who made the ascent as far as "Brushy" Mountain, wore a peculiar sort of footgear, which, however, did not prove entirely satisfactory in snow navigation and he turned back. The main party proceeded with considerable difficulty, the snow being a little too wet and heavy for easy going. Frod Frodensen, the only member of the party really experienced in skiing, made the entire trip to the summit on his skis, though it required a good deal of tacking, which he accomplished in a manner to arouse the envy of his less experienced companions. It was about 2 o'clock when the first of the party reached the pinnacle, where the club's records are deposited, the different ones straggling along half an hour apart. Robert Wagner, aged 14, the youngest member of the party, was given three lusty cheers as he reached the topmost point. The descent was more slow and tedious than the ascent, and it was nearly nine o'clock before the last of the party reached the Lodge. After resting and refreshing themselves, several of the party left down the canyon at ten p.m. and guided by D. Perozzi and his "bug." (Mr. Perozzi having been a member of a "relief" party that had gone out from town in the afternoon to meet the explorers, registered in at their town headquarters a few minutes before midnight, tired but well pleased with the expedition, particularly after the last aid rendered by Mr. Perozzi upon the arrival of the weary wanderers in town.
    The view from the summit of Mt. Ashland yesterday was described as glorious by the explorers., the atmospheric conditions being unusually favorable for the season of the year. There was a wonderful sweep of snow-capped summits possible. Stately Mt. Shasta seemed to be only a stone's throw away, while the glass extended the view as far south as Lassen Buttes. Countless mountains, snow covered, were in view in the north.
    The snow on Mt. Ashland was found in greatly varying depths. Only a thin covering was left on the backbone leading up to the summit, the heavy winds having drifted it into craters and canyons where banks of it were piled up hundreds of feet deep. The wind blew a gale on the summit yesterday.
    Coming down from the summit Mr. Frodensen gave the other members of the party a thrilling exhibition of the possibilities of traveling on skis which resulted disastrously to one or two less experienced companions who attempted a feeble imitation.
    Those who comprised the party which reached the summit were F. C. Routledge, C. W. Watson, Frode Frodensen, Fred Tracy, Robert Wagner, Claude DuBois and James S. Mitchell.
   Several of the party carried cameras and took shots of midwinter scenes on Mt. Ashland.
Ashland Tidings, January 31, 1910, page 1

View from Summit of Table Rock Has Altered Greatly During Past Generation--
J. G. Martin Writes Interesting Article.

To the Editor:
    As the days are getting longer and the nights shorter, it seems the time of year when the mind of poor much-abused man inclines to green fields, climbing mountains and running brooks, so I thought I would hike away and spend a strenuous day in pursuit of pleasure and sightseeing in climbing the rough and rugged sides of the north Table Rock and note the present changes going on in beautiful Rogue River Valley and recall to mind my first visit and its impressions it gave in October, 1876. Well, I left Medford, the city of progress and morality, at 6 o'clock in the evening, wrapped in stillness, and as I write, the weather man holds the key that promises a warm, clear sunshiny day; an ideal one for long-distance sightseeing.
    I found the the county roads leading to the north Rogue River bridge, noticeably straightened now and comparatively smooth and much improved with good bridges, culverts, drainage, finger boards giving distances, etc., for the benefit of the modern traveler and but for the constant dodging of teams, autos, clouds of dust, jaded dogs with their tongues out and tails half mast, a countless variety, apparently my walk to the walk would have been of but little interest to your many readers, but I reached the south base at 10 p.m., a bit leg weary but game, and continued my walk around to the north side where I spent twenty-five years of my industrious life very pleasantly stirring the fire among the industrious law-abiding citizens of that rich, agricultural section of north Rogue River that lies in the shadow of this historical mountain on the north, south and west and borders on the east by the clear crystal waters of the majestic Rogue River that is clothed with a dense forest of cottonwood trees whose beauty and attractiveness is unsurpassed. My first greeting from an old settler was by Mr. Jack Rabbit, but I did not take him for a lamb and try to corral him like Dr. Oliver said his herder did. After resting for half an hour, looking over familiar scenes in Antioch and mountain districts, I began my climb on the only trail that leads by the only waters among the towering cliffs. Firs and the dense forests of the beautiful evergreen, mahogany, where the indescribable varieties of sweet-scented mountain flowers grow so profusely. I reached the barren summit at 11:30 p.m., without accident, with no stir of life to be seen. Naturally a bit of loneliness crept over me, but I soon got interested in my bottle and graham gems and a comfortable seat on the soft side of a huge boulder overlooking the valley from the south. Here I recall my first visit from this point in '76, with dust rising from the overland stage coach, Jacksonville and central pioneer towns and a few farm houses in the distance, hills and valleys dotted with countless horses and cattle, with no railroad nor telegraph or telephone lines. Thirty-four years of rapid undreamed-of changes, improvements and developments, pictures to me an indescribable change as I sit looking over the beautiful fruitful valley in the distance, the curling of smoke from the furnaces of new manufacturing cities, magnificent farm houses, orchards, shrill whistles from the various railroads, telegraph and telephone lines that circle the valley, checkered with endless fences are now to be seen, tells the whole story how a slow mossback Southern Oregon then looked in 1876 and how the attractive picture looks today, May, 1910.
    Well, feeling pretty well rested, I left the summit at 1:30 a.m. by the south trail, reaching my home in the city of Medford at 10 a.m., tired some, bruised some, with a strange itching all over, as though I had contracted a mild attack of the seven-year itch that I recall the pioneer Missouri kids were afflicted with that came to Oregon in 1853.
Medford Mail Tribune, May 17, 1910, page 7

    Under the direction of Will Steel, superintendent of the Crater Lake park, steps towards the organization of a local mountain climbing club were taken at a meeting Thursday night at the public library. Another meeting will be held next Thursday night to elect officers and perfect the organization. The club will promote hiking and mountain climbing, and a prize of $2 will be given for the best name of the organization. The club will be modeled after a similar organization in Portland.
"Local and Personal," Medford Mail Tribune, February 26, 1915, page 2

    A number of persons belonging to the "hikers club" of Medford came over at two o'clock Sunday afternoon and visited the Opp mine situated about one and one-half miles west of this city, returning home at seven o'clock. They report a pleasant outing.

"Local News," Jacksonville Post, March 20, 1915, page 3

    The Grizzly club held their first "campfire" Thursday, April 1 at Grayholm, near Perrydale. Twenty-five members were present. The moon did not make its appearance until late in the evening, but a blazing campfire took its place. Each member took a tuber along, which they roasted in the campfire. Mr. Watt and Mr. English spent Tuesday afternoon preparing ten gallons of delicious cider, every apple of which they claim was washed thoroughly, Grizzlies being especially fond of cider. For some unaccountable reason the cups which are kept in the Grizzly club rooms in the Garnett-Corey Building were forgotten, Mr. English and Judge Taylor going back after them. The janitor reluctantly let them in and made the judge sign a receipt for them. Maybe the janitor had dealt with the judge before. We are not blaming the janitor. While the potatoes were roasting each member was required to tell a story, sing or in some way entertain his associates. A very delightful evening was spent by all, making it very evident that Grizzlies prevail.
"Society," Medford Sun, April 4, 1915, page 5

    The Grizzlies made their regular Sunday hiking trip Sunday afternoon through the orchard district south of Medford, and while the number making the trip was smaller than usual, owing to the inclement weather and Easter Day services, it was one of the most beautiful trips so far made by the organization. Starting from the park, out Holly Street to the county road, passing the Marshall and Hill orchards in full bloom, the company wended its way east and south again through the various small orchards to the east of the Potter Palmer and Budge orchards west on the county road again, then climbing the Bratney Hill, where the committee had coffee awaiting the company, and such coffee surely was appreciated. We don't know the brand, but certainly can recommend it, especially when Mr. Hoon acts as chef. After reaching the top of the hill considerable excitement was caused discovering same was covered with nests of Easter eggs. Miss Hinman seemed the champion in this line, but generously divided same with those members of the party who were unable to sprint so quickly among the hiding places. The view from the hill with the orchards in full bloom must be seen to be appreciated. One not having seen the orchards here in full bloom from some commanding hilltop can hardly realize what they have missed. The return trip was down through the Carpenter, Mrs. Holloway, Irwin and other orchards to the Pacific Highway back to Medford. The Irwin and Holloway orchards, being at full bearing age and large trees, are a sight surely worth going out to view. They are apparently one solid mass of blossoms. On the return trip two of our company walking a little in the rear hailed a Ford car filled with passengers and boarded the running boards for a ride to Medford, but the advance guard joined hands across the highway, bringing the Ford to a stop, and the couple gracefully alighted and finished the tramp to Medford with the balance of the party, explaining they only wanted to "catch up" and did not intend to ride [all the] way to Medford anyway.
    The regular meeting of the club will be held at the library Thursday evening, when two hundred of the Kiser views of Crater Lake will be shown to the club and its guests.

Medford Sun, April 6, 1915, page 5

    The Grizzly outing Sunday will constitute a trip over the scenic highway to the top of Roxy Ann Peak. The club will take the street car at Main and Central Avenue at 8:45 a.m., detraining at the Hillcrest road, making the trip on foot through the Westerlund orchards and over the new road to the summit. Lunch will be taken and a full-day trip made, giving everyone a chance to see all that is to be seen of this interesting peak. On this trip the public is given a cordial invitation to attend.
    Today marks two months since the inception of the club, which now consists of sixty-five members.
    Much enthusiasm is already manifest in the first "Grizzly" lecture, which is to be given under the auspices of the club by Will Steel at St. Mark's hall next Thursday evening. At this time Mr. Steel will tell the audience of the many scenic beauties of this part of the state and illustrate them with stereopticon slides. Mr. Steel owns about 250 slides, most of them hand-colored. The Grizzlies already have about twenty-five slides, and these will also be shown. Inasmuch as one of the chief aims of the club is to promote interest in the natural beauties of the state, the admission has been placed at 25 cents, so that everyone may attend.
    The proceeds of this lecture will be devoted to the purchase of some of Kiser's large colored photographs to be placed in the public library.
Medford Mail Tribune, April 17, 1915, page 1

    More than thirty Grizzlies made the climb to the top of Roxy Ann Sunday, April 18th. Leaving Medford at 9:00 a.m. they rode to the end of the streetcar line and walked the rest of the distance, going via the Westerlund orchards. At the extreme top refreshments were served by the committee composed of Mr. and Mrs. Bunce and the Misses Frazier and Lonsburk [Lounsbury? Launspaugh?], who deserve special credit for the unusually varied menu. Donations of Barrington Hall coffee by Marsh & Bennett and of Green Meadow butter by W. H. Brown were greatly appreciated. Much time was spent in viewing the scenery from different points and in taking pictures. Mr. Davies made a permanent monument to the occasion by chiseling the name "Grizzlies" and the date on a large rock at the extreme edge of the summit.
    The return trip was made by a shorter but much steeper route. The crowd reached home at 7:30 p.m., having walked between seventeen and eighteen miles. The trip was the longest and most strenuous so far taken by the Grizzlies and was one of the most enjoyable.
"Local and Personal," Medford Sun, April 20, 1915, page 2

Medford Boys Climb Mt. Ashland.
    N. S. Bennett of Medford took a party of seven boys to the summit of Mt. Ashland Saturday, the climb being made by moonlight. Those going on the trip were Russell and Clayton Bishop, Philbrook, Lester Bennett, Merle and Cecil Rhodes and Ira Baker, all of Medford. The first camp was pitched among the big ferns in Ashland Canyon. They started on their climb at 1 o'clock in the morning, reaching the summit at sunrise. They registered at the forestry station. They had a snowball fight and built a snowman. Dinner was then served. The party returned to Medford Sunday afternoon.
"In the Social Realm," Ashland Tidings, August 5, 1915, page 4


Mrs. W. E. Herring, of Portland, with Husband Is First to Make Journey.
Government Engineer Completes Journey--
Valuable Water Power Found in Mountains May Be Harnessed.

    MEDFORD, Or., Sept. 25.--(Special.)--Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Herring, of Portland, have arrived in Medford after a 600-mile tramp along the summit of the Cascades. Mrs. Herring is the first woman ever to make this trip. Mr. Herring is District Government Engineer. In his tramp he examined all the lakes and streams as to their adaptability to power and irrigation uses.
    The journey was begun in the Cascades east of Portland in the middle of July and was completed in Medford yesterday.
    Mrs. Herring made this trip almost entirely on foot. She and her husband went for miles across country where no trails existed.
Candles Not Needed.
    The two months that Mr. and Mrs. Herring were in the mountains they never lighted a candle but went to bed with the sun. They carried no tent, but slept beneath the open sky.
    The engineer and his wife traveled through two snow fields at the altitudes of 7100 and 7500, respectively. The latter snow field was near Crater Lake. At Diamond Lake they found ice on August 16.
    They saw numerous deer and bear, but as Mr. Herring carried no gun he killed no game. His compass and aneroid barometer occupied his attentions. When crossing trout streams they would stop a few minutes to catch a mess.
    The order of day was to break camp at sunrise and walk until evening, covering 18 to 20 miles per day. Mr. Herring made numerous side trips, aggregating 400 miles.
Forest Fires Observed.
    As they came south, the couple passed four forest fires. They arrived at Prospect in time to see the fire which raged across the Rogue River. This was the most destructive fire in Southern Oregon.
    For two weeks Mr. and Mrs. Herring stayed in this fire district. Mr. Herring aided in the efforts of the firefighters.
    Speaking of the trip, Mr. Herring stated: "We found an immense amount of horsepower stored in the rivers, but were somewhat disappointed in regard to the possibilities of the lakes as storage reservoirs. Most of the outlets are too wide to make damming practicable. The outlets, however, of several of the large lakes are narrow and will make good storage reservoirs. The storage of water is very necessary both to power and irrigation projects. If enough water can be stored to keep a plant running to full capacity during the dry season, which in this country last 100 days, a great saving can be effected.
Storage Is Necessary.
    "The value of storing water for irrigation is apparent. The reservoir sites are so high up in the mountains that the only feasible way would be to let the stored water run down the natural channels during the dry months.
    "The possibilities of power development along the Cascades have not been touched upon. There can, of course, be no development of power plants until there is a market for the power. In Southern Oregon a small portion of the power could be put to good use pumping water for irrigation. In the San Joaquin Valley 430 motors are used to pump water from the river and its branches for irrigation purposes."
Other Trip Contemplated.
    Next Tuesday Mr. and Mrs. Herring leave for another journey through the mountains. Herring is going to look for power sites along Sucker Creek to the Illinois River, down it to the Rogue and on to the ocean. He will also investigate the possibility of opening a safe trail to the famous Oregon Caves out from Grants Pass.
    Mr. Herring desires also to find a route for a trail down the Rogue River that will connect Grants Pass with the tidelands. He couple will finish their trip by October 15, at which time they will return to Portland, where Mr. Herring will make an extensive report of this trip.
Morning Oregonian, Portland, September 26, 1910, page 13

A party on the summit of Mount Ashland in 1910.
A party on the summit of Mount Ashland around 1915.

Came a Trifle Too Fast and Struck Rock, Which Refused to Budge--
Escapes Serious Injury
    Members of the Presbyterian Church of this city who camped on Ashland Butte the Fourth and fifth bring home a story of exciting incidents as well as reports of an excellent trip.
    One incident, while serious, was peculiar. Shooting down the steep slope of Ashland Butte, sitting on his overcoat in the snow, Will Campbell narrowly escaped having his brains knocked out on a rock Tuesday. Campbell had ascended the peak with a party of friends, and he attempted to take the steepest incline sitting on his coat. As he hurtled through space a rock loomed up in front of him. He turned, missing it with his head, but striking it with his elbow. When the party, which was composed of Ralph Pettinger, Mr. Bedford and Miss Alice Elder and Campbell, got to their camp, the latter was "all in." No serious results are expected, however, from the shakeup.
    Campbell's unusual experience was the climax to a two days' outing of a party of Presbyterians, members of the F.I.L. society. The party consisted of those named and of Rev. and Mrs. W. F. Shields, Charles Weaver, Mr. and Mrs. Roscoe Johnson, Miss Arra Harrison and Miss Katherine Lantherman, who did not make the ascent at the time the first party did. They left Medford the morning of the Fourth of July for a trip to Ashland Butte. Arriving in Ashland, they had their blankets, good things to eat and themselves hauled to Long's  Lodge [predecessor to Jesse Winburn's Sap and Salt], six miles from the top of the mountain. Four of the more venturesome of the party decided to make the trip to the top that night. Those that remained below waited until the climbers had plenty of time to get back and then started out to search for them, calling repeatedly. Presently they straggled in, all fagged, and the injured man almost down and out. They returned to Ashland.
    The remainder of the party rose at 2:45 the next morning and started their six-mile climb. When within one and one-half miles of the top they encountered snow, which was twenty feet deep. Conservative sliding was engaged in by all the party. The girls enjoyed themselves immensely on this natural toboggan, and the beautiful sunrise was almost neglected.
    The trip up the mountain was full of incidents. Once the party was separated by trying to follow two trails supposed to run parallel.
    The trail was excellent, and everyone reached the top. In the lower part it [was] wooded, but this thinned greatly as a higher altitude was reached, and higher no vegetation was to be seen. The height reached was 6000 feet above sea level.
    At the proper time the picnickers spread their good things beneath the sighing pines and engaged in a well-earned meal. They stayed over the night of the Fourth, remaining at Long's camp. It was so warm that they needed only one blanket. This is unusual for that altitude, which generally requires several blankets.
    The party returned to Medford the night of July 5, after having spent a Rooseveltian time.
Medford Sun, July 8, 1911, page 5

High School Organized at Butte Falls--
Other Happenings at the New City
    BUTTE FALLS, Or., Aug. 18.--William Hubenet of Joliet, Ill., and Charles Johnson of Chicago came to Butte Falls Tuesday evening with strong intentions of going to the summit of Mt. Pitt and back in one day. They arose at the early hour of 5, starting on their journey at 6, and no more was seen of them until 7 p.m. As near the top as they got was the bottom. They claim to have started out on the right trail, but got lost up in Mosquito Swamp. They cut across the woods about five miles to the military road and wandered down it, then up Blue Canyon, finally making up their minds they didn't want to go to the top of Mt. Pitt, and started home. They arrived here, footsore and weary, at 7 p.m.
    Johnson took a rifle along--one of the high-power persuasion--to get a deer or two. The deer he brought back was a lizard. Said he didn't go out for nothing. They also reported killing a digger squirrel.
Medford Sun, August 19, 1911, page 4

Party Makes Earliest Ascent Ever Attempted.

    Frank Duncan, a Klamath Falls photographer, Charles Patten, Ernest W. Smith, Earle Brainard and Roy Parker of Butte Falls hold the record of having ascended Mt. Pitt the earliest of the season that this snow-capped peak has ever been climbed as far as can be ascertained.
    Mr. Duncan has just returned from several days spent in the hills beyond Pelican Bay Lodge. At Four Mile Lake he ran into the others named above, who were camping there, and they decided to climb Mt. Pitt. June 15 they made this perilous journey and wrote their names and the date in the book placed at the summit for those with an ambition to climb mountains to register.
    So far as the records in this book go, no one has ever written his name there this early in the season. In fact, the earliest register previous is in July, and very few have ventured to this mountaintop even in July.
    Mr. Duncan states that the feat of reaching the summit was a very hard one. The last few miles they traveled over snow very deep and as hard as an ice glacier. The only thing that made it possible for them to ascend to the top at all was the new snow on top of the ice-like surface of the old snow. This allowed the hardy climbers a foothold, and they reached the summit after a hard day's work. At times they were in places where the slightest misstep would have precipitated them several hundred feet down the steep mountainside and meant certain death.
    When they reached the summit they had to dig under about four feet of snow before reaching the registration book. Mr. Duncan secured some views on the mountain's summit and through the country about the hills.--Klamath Falls Northwestern.
Ashland Tidings, June 27, 1912, page 4

Hikers July 27, 1913 Sunday Oregonian
July 27, 1913 Sunday Oregonian

With "Pack Train" of Four Burros, Quartet to Walk Over Siskiyous to Coast.
    MEDFORD, Or., July 26.--(Special.)--Four Medford youths departed Monday on a 300-mile hike, accompanied only by their burros packed with their camp outfit. These boys are: Robert Kinleyside, Roland Hubbard, James Vance and Earl Hubbard. The route takes them for the greater portion of the distance away from the beaten path, and only on one or two occasions will they encounter civilization.
    Leaving Medford, the boys went up the Applegate River a distance of about 25 miles, thence up Beaver Creek to the summit of the Siskiyou Mountains, which they will follow in a general way along the course of the Klamath River to the coast.
    There is a trail along this route, which many of the old gold hunters followed in the '60s, when the overflow from the California fields found its way to Southern Oregon. Only one or two points remain on the route where any human beings will be encountered, and not until the "pack train" reaches Crescent City, a distance of about 125 miles, will the boys report.
    On reaching the coast the route will be north through Crescent City to the mouth of Rogue River, up which stream they will pick out a trail that will take them in the vicinity of Grants Pass, where they will turn aside to explore the Marble Caves of Oregon. They expect to make the circuit in about five weeks, returning in time to accompany the Seventh Company of Coast Artillery, of which they are members, to Fort Stevens for the annual encampment on August 20.
    The boys are all members of the junior class of the Medford High School, and each year take a long hike or outing in the mountains. Last year the same four camped for six weeks on Klamath Lake and explored the surrounding country, including a trip to the summit of Mount Pitt, which was reached only after two attempts and many difficulties.
    The boys worked in the orchards after the close of school this spring, and earned sufficient money to buy their burros and camp outfit. They expect to bring back many tales of adventure and stories of the big fish and game bagged on the trip.

Sunday Oregonian, Portland, July 27, 1913, page 10

Mrs. Palmerlee Tells of Mountain Climb
    Tuesday, September ninth, the Old Maid, the Old Bachelor, the Music Teacher, the Farmer, the Merry Widow and the Anti-Suffragette decided that the psychological moment for adventure had arrived. They started that afternoon for the Lake of the Woods, planning to scale Mount Pitt the following day. They pitched camp on the north shore of the lake, ate supper by a roaring campfire and retired early that they might rise with the lark. The Merry Widow found sleep impossible, because of the moonlight shimmering across the lake and because a panther, three coyotes and a hoot-owl insisted on having their practice not far away. All of this tended to inspire a reminiscent mood and put Morpheus to flight.
    The party hit the trail soon after seven in the morning, with supplies for the day and two saddle horses. The chief objection to this trail was that it did not lead to Mount Pitt, so it had to be abandoned. The travelers turned into the woods, toward the mountain that challenged them from the distance. They stumbled over logs and struggled with buckbrush for several miles before reaching the foot of the mountain. The ascent was made on the south side of the ridge that slopes toward the east. It proved to be steep and rocky. In fact, the whole mountain seemed made up of ridges and canyons filled with volcanic rock and cinders. What an upheaval was there in ages past! One could say with Carlyle, "How thou fermentest and elaboratest in thy great fermenting vats and laboratory, O Nature!"
    As the ascent became steeper it was considered wise to leave the horses and wraps and lunch on a grassy ledge and proceed unencumbered, save for a telescope, some fruit and a bottle of water. Choice bits of scenery soon appeared. Four Mile Lake, Lake of the Woods and Fish Lake flashed into view, like lambent jewels set in a field of emerald, and the snow-crowned peak of Shasta seemed floating in mist.
    The elusive peak was reached at three-thirty. The patch of snow, that looked from below like My Lady's pocket handkerchief, proved to be a field of ice. The north side of the mountain gave every indication of the fact that when the eruption occurred the side blew out, leaving the peak. Down this side rocks roll now and then and, in winter, it becomes the path of avalanches. A glacier lies at the base through whose crevasses the water flows with sullen roar.
    From the summit one can see miles in all directions Klamath Lakes and Klamath Falls to the east, Crater Lake peaks to the north, Rogue River and valley to the northwest, Mounts Ashland and Wagner to the southwest, and Shasta to the south, with green-clad ranges between. The splendor of the panorama awed the wanderers into silence. For who would speak when all about him lies "the silent immensity and Palace of the Eternal, whereof our sun is but a porch lamp"?
    The descent was made rapidly, with an utter disregard for shoe leather, through a canyon filled with shifting cinders. In the haste and confusion the carefully marked trail was lost, and only the most diligent search with the telescope revealed it. The uncertain rays of a full moon made progress extremely difficult and not until half past nine did the welcome sound of the whinny of a horse greet their ears. They first devoted their attention to the Department of the Interior. Never did sandwiches and coffee and water seem so soul-satisfying.
     To attempt to go farther that night seemed useless, so between two blazing campfires they talked the night away.
    The following day they found no difficulty in traveling toward the rising sun until they reached their camp at Lake of the Woods.
    Now, aside from bruises and scratches, each and all have the memory of a wonderful vision to remind them of the days they've left  behind.
MRS. H. S. PALMERLEE.       
Ashland Daily Tidings, September 22, 1913, page 7

Interesting Story of the Climb to Southern Oregon's Highest Peak

    Looming above the surrounding hills, the highest point in the Cascades in Southern Oregon, Mount Pitt [Mount McLoughlin] stands a challenge to the outdoor man and seems to call him to come and lift himself out of the humdrum of every day and find breadth of vision from the mountaintop. Responding to the call of the mountain, three of us went forth to conquer, and upon the "Glorious Fourth" we ate our dinner upon the summit of the mountain.
    Leaving Central Point upon the afternoon of the second, we drove to Brownsboro that night. The next day saw us climbing the grades upward to the mountain. Passing the McCallister's Springs at noon, we traveled over a wagon trail from there on to the head of Fish Lake. The road has been but partly cleared since the snows of winter brought the trees and snags across it, and in many places [it] is still difficult for a team. Fish Lake proved an ideal camping ground in many ways; plenty of grass for the horses and clear cold water with a camp in the heavy timber go far to make it ideal. The one great drawback is the flies and mosquitoes which abound at this time of the year. Camping there on the night of the third, we prepared for an early start up the mountain.
    Saturday dawned foggy, with the mountain hid in a veil of cloud. Leaving camp, we traveled the trail toward Fourmile Lake for perhaps two miles, when we found a ridge which looked promising and we left the trail and began the climb. Before we had proceeded a great way we entered the brush. It was the writer's first experience with "buck brush," and he now has a better conception of the hardships of travel in the brush than he ever had before. After passing the brush the timber was open with an easy ascent, making fine going. In fact, with the exception of the brush, the travel was good all the way to the timber line. After several miles of comparatively easy climbing we began to find more rock. Ledges and outcroppings on either side illustrated what lay before us. The grade increased so that it became necessary to zigzag along the face of the bluff. The first snow now appeared in the hollows, at first but a trace, but soon apparently in substantial drifts. As we approached the timber line, the mountain became more rough in appearance and the going increased in difficulty. One feature of mountain climbing is that as you become more tired the way grows more difficult as though the monarch of the hills resented your presence upon his summit. We were now upon the east side of the mountain, having gone around from the south end of it in our climbing. Looking to the south the mighty Shasta lifted its head in splendor, the only peak in sight which was above us. To the east the lakes of Klamath County began to appear. As we ascended, at every rest we could see more of these lakes until the whole country appeared to be dotted with the blue of distant water. Facing the hardest part of our climb, we gave all of our attention to the mountain. Working still more to the east we came out upon the main ridge leading up to the rim which is the summit of the mountain. To the north of us lay the snow fields glistening in the light air. Looking across we could see the crags which mark the north side of the mountain. As we ascended, at one point, marking the eastern limit of the rim there burst upon us a view that is unequaled anywhere else upon the mountain. At our feet the rock falls away in a precipice to the snow field. Across the snow rose the crags, great upstanding pinnacles of rock. High up to the left or west is the peak which marks the summit proper, its outlines indistinct in the cloud.
    Take a picture of the Matterhorn in the European Alps and you can form some idea of the beauty and grandeur of the view across the snow. Far below us the snow field fanned out and ended upon the rocks; far above us the summit showed indistinct in the clouds which the wind was whipping across the mountain; in front of us were crags and pinnacles of rock, their dark surface in brilliant contrast to the white snow. This one view well repays anyone for the entire climb of the mountain, and it can be secured in no other way.
    From this point the final climb is one which taxes the breath and measures the strength of a man. Up at an angle of 45 degrees and more, over volcanic rock, working around sharp points, ever climbing on a narrow ridge, not much time is taken in viewing the scenery; the one thought is to complete the climb. You think the summit is just ahead and behold it is still beyond you. You think that the next point is the summit surely, but it is not so. But at last the final spurt is made, the final ascent is ended, and the summit is reached.
    In one particular the mountain fulfills the promise made from here; the summit is a point. Not more than 15 feet in diameter at the top, it is composed of a pile of lava rock, thrown together by some great convulsion of nature. Hidden away in the rocks there is a metal box in which souvenirs of various kinds have been left, and wherein there is the book where you register, giving your name and the date of your ascent. In a metal tube two fine maps of the surrounding country are to be found. The register is full of names, and curious indeed are the mementos left in the box. Hairpins give evidence of the fair sex, pipes and tobacco of the sterner one, empty and loaded cartridge shells, anything and everything is to be found in this box.
    As to the view from the summit, to the south and east and partly to the north we were able to see, but the west was shrouded in fog, greatly to our disappointment. The Klamath lakes and valley, Mount Shasta and surrounding hills, and once, as the clouds lifted, Mt. Scott and the rim of Crater Lake was to be seen. The wind was blowing very strongly and it was as cold as January so we did not linger long, but descended a short distance and found a shelter from the wind in the rocks where we ate our dinner and washed it down with snow water.
    The descent was uneventful. We came down the south side of the mountain, sliding through the shale and coasting where there was snow, making as nearly a straight line to camp as the country would allow. We reached it at five p.m., having been absent eleven hours and a half. Breaking camp, we made a start on our homeward journey, arriving Central Point Sunday evening at ten o'clock, tired 'tis true, but well satisfied with our trip.
Central Point Herald, July 16, 1914, page 1

Rev. Creesy and Eight Boys of the Methodist Sunday School Make Long Hike to the Hills
    Saturday, July 25th, the boys' class of the Methodist Sunday school known as the Knights of Methodist started from the church at nine o'clock to take a "hike" to the hills. In the party were eight of the boys of the class, each one carrying his lunch. Starting toward the creek, they hiked across the fields in the direction of Roxy Ann. The hill seemed to be farther away as they continued toward it, but undaunted they went on. The sun was hot, the way dusty and often they stopped at farmhouses for a drink. Before many miles were covered some of the number began to drag, but the will was there and they would not give in. After three hours of hot, dusty travel the party stopped for lunch at a dry camp on the slope of the hill. Here two of the boys, Rhuland Anderson and Albert Hicken, elected to remain while the rest, after but a short stop, began the ascent to the summit. For some distance a trail was followed, and then we left the trail to follow the pipeline which we discovered in the hope of finding some water, for all were feeling the need of a drink. Disappointment was in store, however, for the spring at the head of the pipeline was dry. Starting from there on as direct a line as permitted, the boys scrambled over rocks and through brush to the melodious cry of one of their number, "I want water." All the boys seemed to be in the I.W.W. class as far as that went. Suddenly the leader gave a shout; a trickle of water was discovered in a little draw. It was only a little and was dirty, so that under ordinary circumstances it would not have been drinkable, but the boys could hardly be gotten away from it so thirsty had they become.

    With new life and courage the climb was continued, and a little after three the summit was reached. From the top of Roxy Ann a fine view of the valley is to be obtained. All the towns from Talent to Gold Ray are in plain sight. The two table rocks are spread out below you. Sams Valley and the country east of Upper Table Rock are also visible. Behind the mountain the hills stretch away to the Cascades. Mount McLoughlin shows very plainly in the east, and the boys were all asking if they could not climb that sometime. After spending some time upon the summit, scratching their names upon the rocks and resting for the return, the boys started back to join those left at the foot of the hill. The boys who made the ascent were Verl Walker who wanted water, Lawrence Altimus, Lawrence Cochran, Donald and Truman Brenner and Floyd Abbott. The trip home was uneventful but tiresome. The boys' footsteps dragged and they were unusually quiet. Upon arriving in town they were all taken to the Y.M.C.A. building and dumped into the pool for five minutes to wash off the dust and refresh their feverish bodies, after which they went to their respective homes, tired but happy. For a few days their muscles ached and their feet were sore, but now, looking back upon it, they all vote that they had a good time and enjoyed the trip. However, some of them have been heard to say that the next time they go out that way they are going to know how far it is before they start.
Central Point Herald, August 6, 1914, page 1

    Sixty Grizzlies, under the guidance of Cole Holmes, explored Table Rock, top, sides and bottom, yesterday. Discarding jitneys at a point near Gold Ray, the west side of the mountain was scaled. In order to prepare for future climbs of Mts. Ashland, Wagner and McLoughlin, a steep part of the bluff was chosen for the final spurt. Some difficulty was experienced by a few of the heavier members at this point, but all reached the top in fair condition.
    Sandwiches, coffee and frankfurters were served by the committee at high noon. Dependable coffee was donated. The dogs were roasted by George Treichler. No [dog] licenses were reported found.
    All points of interest around the rock were visited and several Indian graves discovered. Near one of these a monument of rocks was erected, topped by a placard designed with a grizzly, the work of Blaine Klum.
    The descent was made by easy stages down the east slopes. Awaiting jitneys carried the crew to Medford. Pedometers registered eleven miles of steps.
Medford Mail Tribune, April 12, 1915, page 1

    Last Sunday myself, in company with a party of friends, took a trip to Table Rock. We left home at 7 a.m. and reached the base of the rock at high day. After doing justice to our luncheon we at once began its ascent which we found to be quite steep and rugged and often found it necessary "the foot was as fain assistance from the hand to gain." On reaching the top we found the surface to be comparatively level but very rough and rocky and covering n much larger area than we had anticipated. We at once advanced to the side next to the river where the scenery is the most varied and picturesque. Looking over the beautiful little valley which lay beneath us with its fields of waving grain, its orchards, bending beneath the weight of ripening fruit, and its lovely river winding on its way, one would think he was gazing on the Eden of old.
    We at once began to explore the rock and found the outer edge did not consist of a solid circular wall but of huge projecting stones, some quite perpendicular, others overhanging, cleft with deep and almost inaccessible ravines. After contrasting the scenery of the grand old rock in all of its variety of beauty, we only regretted we did not have more films for our camera and slowly began to retrace our steps. We reached home at 8 p.m. a worn-out dirty crew, but feeling fully compensated for our long and tiring trip.
Medford Mail Tribune, August 22, 1913, page 3

Eighth Grade Take a Trip to Table Rock and Write a Story of the Trip.
Beulah Wright Won First Prize.
    On March 27th, the eight grade class of the Central Point Public School went on a picnic trip to Table Rock. Each member of the class wrote a story describing the trip. Prizes were given by the teacher for the first three best stories. Beulah Wright won the first, John Dunlap second, and William Lyons third prize.
    The following is Beulah's story:
Central Point, Oregon.
March 29, 1915                                  
Dear Lois:
    I wish you were here now, for it is lovely. It is picnicking time here now, and that is the time I like best. The wheat is just peeping above the ground, the orchards are blooming, and a lovely view of the valley with all its splendor can be obtained from the surrounding mountains.
    One mountain of particular interest is Table Rock, because it takes a place in the history of Rogue River Valley. It is said that in the pioneer days, a band of settlers fought a battle with some Indians on top of the rock and the red men were driven over the edge. I always shudder when that story is related; just think of being hurled one thousand feet through space and then probably find yourself (if you are not dead) in a bed of thorns! [There is not a particle of truth in this familiar and intractable story. Veterans of the Rogue Valley Indian wars are recorded attempting to debunk the tale at least as far back as the 1880s.] This picturesque rock is one mile square and, as I have already told you, one thousand feet high.
    It was on this rock that my class decided to go for a picnic last Saturday, but when the day came the sun had hidden its face from view, and it looked as if we were not going to have a picnic, but by nine o'clock we decided to run the risk of getting wet, and our merry party climbed into the wagon and away we went!
    Our route lay beside blossoming orchards and green fields, which made the ride very pleasant. I agree with Stevenson in saying, "The world is so full of a number of things, I am sure we should all be as happy as kings."
    It is about nine miles to the rock, and traveling through the country I have described made the ride very interesting.
    On the west side of the rock runs Rogue River, and at the place where we crossed, we could see Ray Dam, which is a little above the bridge. I like to watch the water rushing over the dam, but water is always interesting, isn't it?
    After crossing the bridge, the road was steep as we were nearing the rock, and we soon had to get out and walk, leaving the horses at a nearby farmhouse. We had to carry the lunch after that, but not very far, for we soon found a nice shady nook, by the river, where we ate our lunch. It was a nice cozy spot, with plenty of trees and grass, where the river made a little bay. After exploring our picnic grounds we started to get the lunch ready. A fire was built, and two sticks were stuck in the ground on each side of the fire with another one across those sticks upon which we placed the chocolate to boil. Meanwhile we girls spread the cloth and unpacked the lunch. We ate and ate and ate, but finally we finished and started on our way to the rock, carrying oranges with us to eat when we reached the summit. Before we started on our upward climb we gathered up what remained of our lunch and put it in a safe place to eat when we returned. Jeanette, Marie and I took off our skirts and climbed the mountain with our bloomers and middies on, which was very much easier and a great deal more fun.
    Up and up we climbed, but still we did not reach the summit. We traveled over grass, sand and through brush, but the most interesting of all were the large beds of rock. It's fun to walk over them, and they are laid so closely, loosely together that if you are not careful you might loosen a great many of them and they would all come tumbling down at once. When we were almost at the top we stopped to rest at a place where two large rocks stood up side by side with only a narrow pass between. As the rocks were moss-covered we climbed upon them and they made a very comfortable seat. We rested a few minutes and then started upon our climb again. After going a little ways we came to a small ravine, went up here and then, behold! We were on Table Rock.
    I was surprised to find that it didn't look as I expected it would, with a flat surface of solid rock, and hardly any trees, but instead the ground was quite rough in some places; where there were no rocks the ground was quite soft, and when it rains you mire about six inches; there is also some shrubs and several trees on the rock, though they cannot be seen from the valley. As soon as we reached the rock we crossed over to the south side to get a better view of the valley, and as our teacher, Mr. Atwood, had his field glasses with him, we could see the surrounding towns of Medford, Ashland and Jacksonville. We viewed the country, ate oranges, threw rocks over the edge of the mountain (one of the girls threw one over that reached the base in four seconds), and altogether spent a very pleasant hour on Table Rock. After awhile Mr. Atwood suggested going down the rock, but although we followed reluctantly, we were soon glad we came, for it began to rain just as we reached the base of the rock.
    We came down on the south side of the rock where we found a narrow (almost perpendicular) pass. It was really funny to see us coming down that narrow pass, the wind blowing the dust into our faces, each one trying to get down as fast as possible, and thus knocking rocks on the one in front of him. I was hit with two or three of them and know how it feels. Finally we reached the bottom, but not, however, without an accident. Jeanette was standing at the base of the rock watching some of the others descend; she luckily saw the rock coming and leaned her head against the rock, but she did not escape it altogether, for it grazed the top of her head. Although the wound was not serious it bled a great deal, and they thought she was going to faint when it first hit her. We were now at the bottom of Table Rock but not nearly to our camping place, and as it was raining we wanted to get there as quickly as possible. We started hurriedly forth and kept together better than we did when coming up the mountain. When we entered the brush we lost sight of the others, and though we spent some time trying to find them, we could not, so we started out to find the way ourselves. After fruitlessly searching for the path, we decided to take the way leading to the river and then follow the river path to our camp. This we did, picking all the flowers along the way, and as it had now stopped raining and the sun was shining brightly, this was a pleasant occupation. When we made our belated appearance they were ready to eat.
    After we had finished eating, we put out our fire and, carrying our flowers, walked slowly over the hills to where the horses were waiting for us.
    We climbed into the wagon and started for home. The horses, however, were not as tired as we were and they sped merrily onward. We reached home at 6 o'clock, just as the sun was setting over the western hills. We were tired but happy, and some of us are still suffering from poison oak, but the fun we had made up for it, don't you think so?
    Your loving friend,
                                        JEAN BROWN.
Central Point Herald, May 20, 1915, page 1

    Forty-six members of the Grizzly club with several visitors left Medford Hotel Sunday morning at 5 o'clock for the summit of Grizzly Peak, east of Ashland. The party was conveyed by automobiles to the railroad crossing three miles south of Ashland, where the machines were abandoned and the most strenuous hiking trip in the history of the club was commenced.
    The trip was designed as a test trip for membership in the club. One of the requirements for membership in the organization is to walk from the Southern Pacific tracks to the summit of Grizzly Peak and back. Although the trip was a long and difficult one, with no water except what little could be carried along, every member of the party succeeded in making the complete ascent.
    While on the way to the summit and along the Dead Indian Road, the party by appointment met the genial A. C. Allen with his moving picture camera, who, after staging the scene, proceeded to run off many feet of film showing the Grizzlies in action. The club feels highly honored in being asked to act for the movie man and to be the first organization for the purpose of obtaining moving pictures of its organization at work.
    After the last member of the party arrived at the summit, an old-time picnic dinner was served. The committee discovered that the supply of water was exhausted and that consequently the much-needed coffee could not be made, and that to make the return trip without water or anything to drink would be almost an impossibility for many of the members. But, thanks to Mrs. Bunce, who discovered a bountiful supply of snow, which was soon melted, drinking water and coffee made, and a dinner served that will never be forgotten by any member of the party, for this was at least one time in the lives of all that refreshments were actually necessary.
    At 6 o'clock, and after the party had somewhat recuperated and refreshed and witnessed a real snowball fight and toboggan slide on the snow on the 30th of May, and had the pleasure of viewing one of the most wonderful and beautiful pictures that nature has ever painted or of which man has ever dreamed, the return trip was commenced and made over a different route, which brought the party out at the old mill on the Pacific Highway, north of Ashland, at 11 p.m., where the autos were waiting to convey the party back to Medford.
    No one who has ever had the pleasure of viewing the Rogue River Valley from this peak, with the great systems of mountain ranges on every side and the snow-capped peaks of Mount Shasta, Mount McLoughlin and Mount Ashland in the distance, will ever regret making the trip to the summit of Grizzly Peak.
Medford Sun, June 2, 1915, page 3

    The first all-day outing of the Grizzlies for this season is planned for next Sunday, leaving the Washington School on West Main and Oakdale at 8 a.m. by autobus, out over the desert, crossing the Rogue River at Bybee Bridge to Col. Washburn's ranch at the base of the peak, and from this point will start the hike, following Grizzly Canyon, which leads to the top. This canyon has many points of interest to offer in way of caves and crevices and freak rock formations, a most interesting place but seldom visited and should be better known by people of the community.
    This is your opportunity to visit this great point of interest and enjoy a good day's outing. You'll live longer, feel and look better and take more real interest in life by joining this excursion.
    Take plenty of good eatables with you--you may get hungry before the day is over.
    As usual, the committee will furnish plenty of good hot coffee.
    Those going will please notify the committee. Howard Hill or John Goodrich, that they may arrange for the necessary conveyance.
Medford Mail Tribune, March 29, 1916, page 2

    Undaunted by threatening weather conditions, a good-sized group of Medford Grizzlies yesterday made the ascent of Baldy, the foothill to the east of Phoenix. The trip was made on foot from Main and Central streets to the summit, and then down the opposite slope to Phoenix, a total distance of about fourteen miles. At Phoenix a bus awaited the travelers for the home stretch. The first lap ended in a natural park 400 feet from Baldy's summit, which has been dubbed by the Grizzlies Camp Hi Jinks. There luncheon was spread and huge pots of the far-famed Grizzly coffee was brewed over the campfire. Appetites sharpened by the tang of the morning air and by the stimulating exercise were finally appeased, and after an hour of relaxation the final ascent of the summit was made. From this lofty height the hikers were rewarded with such a magnificent panorama of the valley as is rarely surpassed.
    The descent led through a region of intense geological interest, the marvelous caves and natural stone castles of Quigley Rocks being explored and examined.
    Credit for the success of the day's outing is largely due to the efforts of the committee, Mr. and Mrs. McKee and Mr. and Mrs. Bunce.
    Yesterday's trip was in a measure a warming up for the conquest of Grizzly Peak, to be made next Sunday. All members are required to attain this height to qualify for full membership in the Grizzly Society. All are urgently invited to swell the crowd on this occasion, and those interested may communicate with the chairman of the committee for that trip, Cole Holmes.
Medford Mail Tribune, May 22, 1916

Medford Grizzlies To Climb Peak
    The Medford Grizzlies will attempt to climb both Mount Ashland and Wagner Butte on next Sunday. They will ride to the end of the road, two miles above Long's cabin, on Saturday evening and camp. A big campfire will be a feature of the evening. An early start will be made and the summit of Mount Ashland attempted after which the party intends to follow the ridge around to Wagner Peak and then come down the Wagner trail to the Wagner Creek road where they will be met by autos.
    Ashlanders who have made the trip to the summit this year, and there are only a few who have reached the summit, are rather dubious as to whether the Medford party can make the trip. Deep snow has to be crossed even yet to reach the top of Mount Ashland, and the trip around the ridge is a hard one. The trip contemplated totals about 20 miles on foot. There is more snow on Mount Ashland now than there has been at the same date for a number of years.
Ashland Tidings, June 15, 1916, page 6

    Six lads, aged 12 to 14 years, hiked to the summit of Mount Wagner the past week, carrying with them 200 pounds of tent, camp equipment and grub. They got back Sunday evening. The bunch consisted of Otis Johnson, Walter O'Donoghue, Leslie Herr, Bill Allen, John Hodgson and Gordon Didra. They attempted Mount Ashland also but found deep snow and no trail visible.
Ashland Tidings, June 15, 1916, page 6

    A bum pair of Portland skis forced Walter Bowne and Otto Jeldness of the Busy Corner Motor Company to abandon their midwinter excursion to Crater Lake, the two hardy adventurers returning last night after mushing as far as Union Creek, where they spent the night Wednesday.
    Otto Jeldness, who made his own skis, had no serious difficulty, but the Portland skis purchased by Mr. Bowne not only sagged amidships but collected a ton or so of snow every few rods, making transportation decidedly difficult.
    The two men left Prospect Wednesday morning and were driven a mile toward Union Creek by Jim Grieve. Then the hike started. It took about seven hours to negotiate the 11 miles to Union Creek. Here a cabin was available and firewood, but no blankets. The night was spent in fitful sleep and intermittent tea brewing, and when morning dawned and a wet snow again started to fall it was decided to return to a lower altitude.
    Mr. Bowne today was suffering from low visibility and a high temperature, but serious results are expected. Otto Jeldness, aside from being snow blind and showing a heavy list to starboard, was feeling pretty well and appeared for work as usual.
    It has not been decided as yet whether or not another attempt will be made to secure photographs and literary atmosphere at the lake during the winter season, but Jim Grieve, who telephoned today to find out how the expedition arrived in Medford, said he would be glad to accompany such an expedition in three or four months.
Medford Mail Tribune, February 10, 1922, page 3

    The threatening skies did not dampen the ardor of the scouts who gathered yesterday morning for the first general outing of the season. A good representation from the troops was on hand, with three scoutmasters to direct the expedition. The uncertainty of the weather delayed the start nearly two hours, but the time was profitably utilized in placing the Christmas seal posters through the business district. As the day brightened, the spirits of the scouts responded and a very interesting and profitable day was enjoyed.
    A brief snowstorm about noon while in the foothills added to the interest of the trip. The boys encircled Roxy Ann from the east to the west ridge well up on the slopes of the hill. A number of features altogether unexpected added zest to the occasion. An orchardist at the edge of the foothills supplied the boys with a box of fine large apples. On the return trip the coal mine was visited and the genial miner gave an instructive account of the formation of the carboniferous strata of the coal and the oil- and dye-bearing ore. He also made demonstrations showing how the oil and dyes were extracted.
    Altogether it was a very good first trip, and the boys stood it in fine shape. Being well shod is always a necessity for hiking, as a few of the lads now know. There were no casualties, though a well-equipped first aid kit was carried as is always done and is often used for minor needs. Some tree specimens and a number of fine geology specimens were brought in for the scout collection.
    The troops are all getting under way in their training. Philip Lounsberry has been assigned as permanent scoutmaster of Troop No. 2, which is attached to the Baptist church. Mr. Bernard Shaw has been secured by Rev. Black to serve as scoutmaster of Troop 1, which is attached to the Catholic church. Mr. Shaw is recently from Texas and has had experience in boys' activities. Troop No. 1 has its headquarters at the Catholic Boys' Club near their church and is meeting twice a week regularly. Troops 4 and 5, attached at the Presbyterian church, are planning to meet twice weekly for special training. Among the scouts already qualified ceremonial teams are being formed. Troops 2, 3 and 7 will meet tonight at the Main Street Methodist church. Other troops at their respective headquarters as last week. The local council will meet at their regular luncheon Thursday noon.
Medford Mail Tribune, December 1, 1923, page 2

    After having been lost in the wilds of the Siskiyou Mountains for over 24 hours, Guy Conner, accompanied by and in charge of a school children's picnic party, composed of four girls and one boy, found his way back to civilization late yesterday afternoon, they arriving here at 6:30 last evening. Although absent since Monday afternoon, none of the party were the worse for their mountain experiences; in fact they were enjoyed by the younger members for the thrill of being lost.
    Approximately 20 miles were traversed from the point where Mr. Conner's car was parked, a short distance south of the summit of the Siskiyous, the party emerging from the wilds four miles from the Fall Creek power plant, 12 miles from Hornbrook.
    In telling his story of the experience, Mr. Conner gave Boy Scout work most credit for overcoming difficulties encountered.
    Mr. Conner's story is as follows:
    "To show how I appreciate the work of the Boy Scouts, I am going to tell of my night at the top of the Siskiyous with five children. We left Medford later than we had planned, starting about 12:30. The sun was shining and conditions looked auspicious. We took our overcoats and wraps about a half-mile up the trail so that they would not be stolen from the car, which was left on the Pacific Highway, just beyond the first watering trough after passing the summit. As we neared the rock, fog began drifting in so we hurriedly made our ascent and ate our cold supper under a ledge well up on the rock, out of the rain, which was now falling. By the time we had finished everything was slippery and we were glad we had a forty-foot rope with us so as to guide the children down the steep incline.
    "The children were getting cold so I put my coat on Margaret Konop, nine years old, and my sweater on Virginia Conner, the same age. When we were off the steep part of the rock I allowed John Conner to go up between the two rocks and onto the top, as the main party had not reached the very top of the rock. A little later we discovered that the camera had been left on the rock, and John Smith returned for it and came back with John Conner. As the two boys were rather slow, I went back to meet them and then the whole party started on down. We were sure of ourselves for some little time, when we had to scout to try and find our path. Here, John Conner and John Smith, each 14 years of age, became separated from the main group.
    "The usual difference of opinion in directions we should follow were given and one direction was decided upon, and we tried to keep to this through the rain and fog, without seeing at times over fifty feet ahead. At eight o'clock, after we had passed two divides and reached an open place, we decided to camp for the night. The third tree we examined for dry twigs was a rather stunted low-branched fir, and here we were successful in our search, having to go by feeling only as we could not see a tree over forty feet away and it was pitch dark along the ground. I dried my fingers on the rotten part of the tree which had been partially burned out, and at the suggestion of John Reddy, the Boy Scout who remained with us, I took a quarter from my purse and succeeded in lighting the fourth match and started a paper napkin, which we had in our lunch box. This napkin went out almost immediately, but after trying a few times we lighted another napkin, got the twigs ignited and soon had a bright, warm fire. The spirits of the whole party became immediately elevated.
    "I found a burned-out stump which gave us some dry wood, and they all got busy before the blaze drying their clothing and getting warm, as everyone was wet to the skin. As soon as one fire was started we transferred part of it to another place so as to have two chances of keeping the fire alive. The second fire was made against a rotten log. Then we chose another place which would make a triangle and started a third fire. The small trees were so wet that we could wash our hands by simply grabbing one branch after another, but the under branches of the fir tree near which we built our fire was not so damp and we used these for making our beds. Everyone worked drying branches, and by the time their clothes were dry, nice beds were ready for the girls. The party consisted of Julia Lesley, 18; Louise Conner, 13; John Reddy, 14, and the two little girls and myself. John Reddy slept on boughs, while I took a 16-inch slab about 12 feet long from the burned-out tree, as I knew this would make good wood for the morning. Some way I had bent the back of my watch so that it was running slow and losing about one hour in two, and the fuel on the fire did not seem to last long, according to the time we were going by. For this reason I kept a great deal of the dry wood for morning fire and worked half an hour and then rested and dried half an hour throughout the night. When morning came there was a sufficient supply of wood to last three hours longer.
    "Before three o'clock, according to my watch, it became light and we were up and had a couple of cookies and a piece of candy for breakfast. Melted snow supplied drinking water. Margaret Konop's shoes were burned so badly in drying that we had visions of cutting our rope and braiding a piece about three inches wide to make rope sandals, but we were able to cut and break away enough of the burned parts so that she was able to wear the shoes. We removed the fire from the tree, but left the three fires burning and scratched our names and the facts on the cover of the cake box that we left in the camp. We put the remaining cookies and candy in a bag and were on our way at three o'clock, which was really six o'clock.
    "After walking about two hours the fog came down in on us so that we could not see anything. So as not to take any chances, we went down to the stream. John Reddy spied three deer on the opposite side of the canyon and they immediately ran over the top of the ridge. Then another deer came up to where the others were and stood there looking at us so long that we were about to start when it followed the others. This was just above the beautiful falls where the water, instead of falling, seems to slide down the rocks on Camp Creek.
    "We followed Camp Creek and finally arrived at a farmhouse, which gave us our first hope of a square meal and transportation, but it was deserted. An hour or so further walking showed up a fine two-story house and big barns with outbuildings, and we could see two men driving two steers into the corral. We were about 200 yards away when the men rode into the corral, but our hopes immediately fled when they passed through the corral and up the opposite hillside and out of view. We found this place deserted also.
    "As we could not notice a trail down Camp Creek any further, we cut across a low divide to Fall Creek. There we could see a road and irrigating ditches, so we knew we were near houses. Later we saw a new runabout on the sidehill, but off the road so far that we could not take chances of leaving the creek. At last we arrived at the DeSouza ranch, about four miles below the Fall Creek plant of the California Oregon Power Company plant. Here we had a fine meal and 'phoned to Fox's for a car to bring us the 12 miles into Hornbrook. On reaching Hornbrook, we immediately 'phoned to Medford and to the summit ranch, as we could not get these stations from the DeSouza ranch. We got a taxi to bring us up to our own car, where we were met by a number of Medford citizens who were kindly out looking for us.
    "I wish to state that my mind was always easy regarding John Conner and John Smith, on account of the Boy Scout training and experience both boys had. These two slept in their drenched clothing on John Conner's coat under a tree and made their way to the highway about 10 o'clock in the morning. There they wrote a note with Black Jack chewing gum and left it in the car and got a ride into Medford.
    "Luck was still with us when we got into Medford, as John Conner was to take the evening train to go back to Portland to school. We missed the No. 16, but No. 54 being late, he should get to Portland on time.
    "In the 15-mile walk through brush and up and down hills and canyons, I must stay that the two little nine-year-old girls were little Trojans. In fact, I have nothing but praise for every one of the party. As for the children themselves, they all declare they had a wonderful time and want to spend another night in the open."
Medford Mail Tribune, April 7, 1926, page 8

One Slight Accident Mars Trip Made by 45 Saturday Night
    Thirty of the 45 hikers who started on the moonlight climb to the summit of Mt. Wagner Saturday night reached the peak of the mountain at 9 o'clock the following morning--the last two and a half miles of the hike made in a snowstorm, and over a snow-covered, perilous mountain.
    The hikers left the Plaza at 7:15 Saturday evening and reached the Skyline Mine in three and a half hours. Here they enjoyed a midnight supper and rested until 4 o'clock in the morning, when 34 started on the remaining climb, reaching the summit at 9 o'clock. One of the hikers, meeting with a slight accident just after leaving Skyline Mine, together with three friends returned and waited there for the return of those completing the hike. They returned to Ashland about 3:30 o'clock Sunday afternoon, tired and worn, but unanimous in declaring the hike a real success.
    Those making the hike were: Irene Clark, Ethel McCormack, Helen Vawter, Virginia Hooper, Lorraine Sparr, Emily Taylor, Lillian VanNatta, Esther Gardinier, Frances Hardy, Iris Hubbard, Muriel McCutcheon, Sylvia Greenleaf, Clara Atterbury, Etta Mathers, Bonnie Pollard, Bernice Bergoyne, Laura Woolfolk, N. W. Wells, Harold Allison, Culver Anderson, Emerson Pratt, Roland Jones, Milton Franklin, Lester Gardinier, Lauretta Davis, Tom Beswick, Wilson Torrence, Paul Atkin, Delmar Hubbard, Homer Osborne and Orie Moore.
Ashland Daily Tidings, undated clipping circa 1928.    In the margin of the clipping is written: "Skyline 4:15 - Summit 9:15 - Skyline 12:00 - Home 1:30."

    Darrell Huson, the Sixth Street sweets and food merchant, and Kenneth Anderson, local weather man, having long had an itch to view the valley from the top of Roxy Ann, did so Sunday, as a result of which Darrell will soon be in the midst of another itch and will not go moseying around anymore at that high elevation.
    The two young men chums, with two other couples as chaperones, drove up as far as their car could go Sunday, and then hiked on up to the summit. On the return trip down the side of the mountain, it seems that the car gave a sudden lurch and precipitated Darrell, who was standing on the running board, to the ground some distance away.
    He hit mother earth with his nose plowing into a poison ivy [sic] clump, and to extract the smeller from this vegetation Darrell put forth his hands in pushing it away.
    It was a rash incident, but although his nose or hand had not broken out yet late last night Darrell has been living ever since Sunday in terror of having his facial beauty temporarily disfigured. He knows that the dreaded rash will break out and that he will itch, itch, itch--and then some.
    His friends share in the worry, too, for they fear he may catch a bad cold at the same time, which with his disabled beak and sore hands would be very embarrassing, and threaten a grand blowout.
Medford Mail Tribune, April 15, 1930, page 4

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