Sunday morning, Oct. 11, twenty some people gathered for an early start for these distant objectives. The lovely day was slightly marred by worry over what might have happened to the usually punctual assistant leader (he was detained by a dead motorcycle battery). Icehouse Canyon was very beautiful with its carpet of fallen golden leaves and was cool in spite of the warmth of the day.
The first stop was at the refreshing, still running Columbine spring. There was even one columbine still in bloom. At the second stop at the saddle, we lost two souls who had bravely come up after a late night at the newcomers' party at Harwood. Lunch was enjoyed on Cucamonga. A siesta followed it for all but six hardy people who trudged on to Etiwanda. No trace was seen of the four-foot long black rattler which had disturbed the leaders (or vice versa) on the scouting trip. The cars were reached well before a lovely sunset.
