“Of course golf is a fine game, but can it compare with a day on the trail, or a scramble over the glacier, or even with a quiet day in camp to get things in order for the morrow’s conquest? Some how when once this wild spirit enters the blood, golf courses & hotel piazzas, be they ever so brilliant, have no charm, and I can hardly wait to be off again.”
Letter to Charles Walcott, 3-11-1912
