We now had a clear run of 138 miles to Seattle, nearly all of it over paved road and Maudie, apparently pleased to be on the return journey - spite, because we were not - ran quite eagerly and with such speed and endurance that by a rather late noon we were near Maryville and camped for lunch, having covered 102 miles. On this return trip we escaped several of the detours which we had been compelled to take on the outward run, but otherwise re-passed the same towns. Between this place and Seattle the traffic was fairly heavy and we met several huge busses carrying from 20 to 30 passengers, making regular runs between Seattle and Everett at certain hours. We did not stop at the infamous public campsite at Bothell but, with a feeling of shame that we should have put in a night on such a spot, carefully looked the other way. Just before reaching Seattle one of Maudie's shoes, which had been showing signs of wear, gave out and had to be patched as best we could, then on again to Seattle, this time by the regular streets and so on without further adventure to Snoqualmie Falls. Here we made a stop of 10 or 15 minutes to see the falls and it proved to be worth while. The river, confined to a narrow channel between two walls of rock, falls in one straight drop from a height of 269 feet into a round basin and spreads out over a shallow, rock-strewn course in a series of rapids. The wall of rock, through which the river breaks, opens out on both sides of the fall almost at right angles to the river. The sun was almost down, and the light too far gone to make it worth while to even attempt a photograph, so, retracing our way to the road through the comparative crowd of Sunday picnic parties and campers, we continued on our way. Ever since crossing the Columbia River on the outward journey, the camper had been very much in evidence and almost nine out of ten cars encountered outside the towns and cities were carrying camp outfits. This pleasant and beneficial form of enjoyment was not confined to any particular class, even darkies being seen in gaudy raiment and khaki - nearly all the females of these parties being dressed in either khaki riding-breaches or overalls, serviceable but rarely becoming. The outfit considered necessary showed a great variation, some even carrying camp beds, chairs and tables in addition to tents, others being absolutely loaded down with huge bundles and boxes, but our outfit compared favorable with the best for compactness and simplicity and even at that it was agreed that a reduction might be effected on another such trip.

About a mile beyond North Bend Maudie went lame with a hole in her sock. Here shoes were now in bad shape but we hoped to reach Cranbrook where we had a spare shoe, left on the way out for repairs, without having to purchase one in the States, any difference in price being more than made up by the rate of exchange, on top of which we would probably have to pay duty on re-entering Canada.

It was now getting late and, as B. believed that an outer patch on Maudie's shoe might prevent, or at lease delay, the dust and small stones cutting holes in her socks and laming her, we started looking for a campsite. This was eventually found on the banks of the Snoqualmie River, which we reached by following a short side trail. This camp, though not the best, was quite comfortable and, as it was chosen by luck and lantern light, we could not complain. L. had during the search found a nicely sheltered spot, but was unable to re-locate it owing to the approaching darkness and second growth brush and scrub. We had covered 196 miles this day in spite of time lost while passing the Customs and through Maudie's objection to going barefoot, but as we had also driven over the longest stretch of good roads that we should get B., at least was a little disappointed that the mileage was not greater. However, this did not interfere with our enjoyment of our accustomed beans when L's call signified that all things were prepared.