The mountains of the Pacific Northwest are tangled, wild, remote, and high. They have the roar of torrents and avalanches in their throats.
Rock cliffs such as Kloochman rise as straight in the air as the Washington Monument and two or three times as high. Snow-capped peaks with aprons of eternal glaciers command the skyline–giant sentinels 11,000, 12,000, 14,000 feet high, such as Hood, Adams, and Rainier.
There are no slow-moving, sluggish rivers in these mountains. The streams run clear, cold, and fast.
Of Men and Mountains, Foreword, ix
Wouldn’t the authors be sad to learn that those eternal glaciers aren’t?