Their appearance speaks of storms braved, battles of wind and snow and ice and cold fought and won, for they have neither branch nor leaf on the exposed side, and on the other are pitiably scant.
As we cross the sandy divide, over which a wagon could drive anywhere, we find white sage in abundance.

Expansive vistas loom before us, ahead and to the right, while Squaw Peak now presents the appearance of a vast sky-line crater.

We seem to be standing on the inside of it, but on the side where the wall has disappeared.

Across, the peak has a circular, palisaded appearance, and the lower peaks to the right seem as if they were the continuation of the wall, making a vast crater several miles in diameter.

The plateau upon which we stand seems as if it might have been a level spot almost near the center of the bowl.
Fort Sumpter is a part of this great crater-like wall and Granite Chief is the end of the ridge.
As a rule there is a giant bank of snow on the saddle over which the trail goes between Ft.