MAD WATERS of TUOLUMNE

ONE but the hardiest climbers have clambered down the Grand Canyon of the Tuolumne and seen its leaping waters.

Here the river, slanting sharply, becomes, in John Muir's phrase, "one wild, exulting, onrushing mass of snowy purple bloom spreading over glacial waves of granite without any definite channel, gliding in magnificent silver plumes, dashing and foaming through huge boulder dams, leaping high in the air in wheel-like whirls, displaying glorious enthusiasm, tossing from side to side, doubling, glinting, singing in exuberance of mountain energy.

THE WATERWHEEL BELOW CALIFORNIA FALLS Photograph by W. L. Huber

A PAIR OF TUOLUMNE WATERWHEELS Photograph by A. C. Pillsbury