April 16, 1964
Above Bell Echo, on the side of El Capitan, is a large crevice in the mountainside that I don’t like any more – even if I did find the little carnivorous butterwort growing there. I don’t like it now because, after beckoning to me so friendlily, it gave me the darnedest scare of my mountain-prowling experience.
A hundred feet or more up, just at the head of this big crevice, is an…
