Grandview Commerce High School - Annual Yearbook (Vancouver, British Columbia Canada)

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N0 Pictures t twilight the cliffs partly circling the lake seemed very close, and my companion, Jack, thought what an excellent place the top of the cliffs would be for some moonlight photography. As darkness fell, Jack got out his camera and we set out for the high rocky bluffs on the far edge of the lake. As we walked along the vague trail through the scant shrivelled grass, and the perched tumbleweed, .lack talked photographyg and I, ignorant of what he was saying, tried to imagine what a blazing inferno the same scene had been millions of years back. For the high, now dim, cliffs we were approaching were once molton lava, and what soil there was in the district was volcanic ash. What was now a lake below us, hundreds of feet deep, was at one time a seething mass of bubbling lava. My thoughts, however, were soon drawn to an end for it was getting quite dark and the trail was becoming hard to follow. When we reached the bare rock, the path disappeared, so we climbed about seventy feet up a rock slide to a narrow ledge By getting a firm hold on the rock with our hands and putting each foot forward carefully, we crept along the ledge to the top of the cliff. It was pitch dark by now and Jack, realizing the irregularity of the cliff, tossed rocks ahead to determine the exact location of the cliff. One by one, six of the rocks clattered along ahead of us and we followed them, but the seventh and eighth made no noise at all. We stopped, looked at each other. and I suggested sitting down and waiting for the bright new moon. The darkness and weirdness ol our position, combined with the death- like silence broken only by our own voices, soon had our nerves on edge. We both jumped at any sound that was made, calling ourselves all sorts of names, and being twice as startled at the next sound. Jack, consulting his luminous watch and finding that we had been wait- ing an hour and a half, decided the calendar was wrong and there would be no moon, so we started to pick our way back from the edge of the cliff, and to search for the iedge by which we had come. After considerable difficulty, we found it and slowly followed it back to the slide, and so on to the foot of the cliff. I didn't breathe easily 'til we reached the trail, and Jack, too, ad- mitted be wouldn't have gone back for any picture . Don Jeffs