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...first vacation as Secretary, after the hard-driving Alaskan swing, McKay went on a hard-riding packhorse trip in California's Yosemite National Park (part of Interior's domain). For five days McKay, wearing a comfortable cowboy outfit, roughed it frontier-style-riding the steep Sierra trail, cooking in the open, camping out at night. This week, at his summer house on the Oregon coast, he relaxed with his family (13 in all, with Mabel McKay cooking...
Woodstock, N.Y. is one of the nation's prettiest, homiest and most distinguished art colonies. Its steep hillsides, near where Rip Van Winkle boozed with wilderness ghosts, are patched now with fallow fields. Each "farm" has its barn, and almost every barn conceals an artist's studio. Last week a little of the harvest from those barns was on exhibition at the Woodstock Artists Association Gallery. It made a conservative but sunny display. Most Woodstock painters seem to like picturing pleasant things in more or less understandable fashion. (Advance-guardists go elsewhere, chiefly to East Hampton...
Death on the Ridge. Professor Desio and his men laid Camp 1 at the foot of the Abruzzi Ridge, a gaunt rib which lances upwards towards the summit of K2. On the fearful Abruzzi, perhaps the longest continuously steep climbing ridge in the world, a man is like a fly on a wall. He must edge himself up a vertical "chimney," 100 feet high; if he grabs too hard at the rock, it crumbles in his hand...
Neither adulation nor public office could keep Teddy from home. Whenever he could, he went back to the small fry, organizing games, obstacle races, camping and hunting expeditions and a wild slide down Cooper's Bluff, a steep, 200-ft. sand slope to a beach on the Sound. One reason the kids liked camping with him was explained by a delighted ten-year-old: "He never asked me to wash once...
...floating on top. Anywhere else it would have been a nauseating concoction, both in sight and smell. But here in the rarefied cold of the Himalayas it was like a rich, hot soup. After two full bowls, my numbness and exhaustion were gone, and I was off down the steep trail like a mountain goat...