Kintla Lake

This has to be used in every camping story, and this seems to be a good place for it.

We had come out on to the foothills again on our way to Kintla Lake.

Again we were near the Flathead, and beyond it lay the blue and purple of the Kootenay Hills.

The Kootenays on the left, the Rockies on the right, we were travelling north in a great flat basin.

One of the guides had a bottle of liniment for saddle gall, and suggested rubbing it on the saddle.

Packs slipped and were tightened, the mountain panorama unrolled slowly to our right, and all day long the boatmen struggled with the most serious problem yet, for the wagon trail was now hardly good enough for horses.

Where the trail turned off toward the mountains and Kintla Lake, we met a solitary horseman.

He had ridden sixty miles down and sixty miles back to get his mail.