This book is dryer then a spoonful of ground cinnamon. Would like to say it was full of information about about the Olympics, but that'd be a lie since the mountain range has a shallow historical record outside of geology. The book basically reads as follows: They camped here. They saw an animal, shot the animal, ate the animal, and pronounced it either tasty or foul in flavor. There are some gems like the early antidotes of Potato Bug Pete. Still happy to have read this one despite the chore and scant usable information.