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A mile out of Clallam the family came to a clear and inviting brook flowing beneath a bridge and pitched its first camp. The stock was tied to the bridge railings, and the family bedded down on a large canvas spread on the bridge planking, without thought that someone might come along and want to cross. All soon were fast asleep in the quiet of the forest, little dreaming of the ordeal ahead.

The Northups resumed their trek early next morning, toiling along a winding, hilly, and trail-like track through the wilderness toward the next settlement, Forks. But the heavily loaded wagon and difficult trail made progress slow and wearisome.

"Father, who was coming from Clearwater to meet us had expected us to reach Forks the next day, but when night came on, Mother and the other children hitched their camp just over Burnt Mountain", says Dale Northup. "After they didn't show up on schedule, Father came on from Forks and reached the camping place late that night."

From there on it was walk for everyone, as the wagon had to be abandoned. The family packed blankets and provisions on the horses and left nearly everything else behind.

The family reached Forks the next day, exhausted from the two-day trip from Clallam Bay. They rested a day at the tiny settlement which then was completely surrounded by the most primitive forest in the nation.

There had been a trail put through from the Clearwater River, up Christmas Creek to the Hoh River, by C. J. Andrews and Dave Kerr. It was known as the Pacific Trail.

Ray Northup recounted:

"The family reached the Hoh River in one day from Forks and stopped with Billy Snell and his wife, Pansy, an Indian. Rested there a day. After crossing the Hoh they met Clarence Barker of Clearwater and Scotty Campbell of Aberdeen, who had come to help. With the assistance of these two they reached the Clearwater that day, near the Gulberson place, stopping overnight in the Yank boys' cabin."