Judging from the tone of this issue it might be called a "Spring Number" -- and in a measure it is. But in contrast to the Puget Sound country, but sixty miles distant, the "Mountain" is anything but spring like in appearance. There is still a lot of snow on the ground, even at the low elevations, and the road to Longmire Springs where three feet of snow is found on the level, winds through the drifts in the timber. Paradise Valley hasn't even begun to rise from its blanket of snow -- 15 to 2 feet deep -- and there are several weeks of "winter" still ahead to add to the total.

Now along the sparkling waters of the Sound spring is already an old story and the lawn mowers has already had several weeks of active service, while we "eskimos" here haven't recovered from our snow shovel blisters yet. It seems as if this Northwest of ours can be likened to the story of Jack Spratt -- we have summer or winter most any time of the year by driving a few hours over good roads and so we may take our choice -- like Jack and Mrs. Jack "eat the platter clean". Week ends find many Puget Sounders reveling in the snow at Longmire and Paradise Valley -- the latter reached by a six mile hike on snowshoes.