“Well,” the Ranger was saying, “there’s a mighty nice climb at the head of Iceberg Lake. I was never up it, but I know where the goat trail starts. Might be good sport to follow that trail.”
“Chimney work, or mostly shelf?” the other man asked.
“Mostly everything, I should reckon. I don’t now recall any real chimney, till the top. The goats sort of switchback on ledges. Guess you’ll need sharp toe-nails, here and there.”
“Any ice work?”
“Nothing sticks on that wall!” said the Ranger.
“And the height?”
“Oh, maybe two thousand.”
“You mean two thousand, all cliff?” the man demanded.
“Sure,” said Mills. “Well, maybe you can knock off two hundred for the shale slide at the bottom. It goes right up to the crest of the Divide.”
“Well, that sounds like a climb!” Dr. Kent exclaimed. “Suppose this boy Tom here can do it?”