

THE NAUTILUS. 



VOL. XI. SEPTEMBER, 1897. No. 5. 



BOLINAS, CALIFORNIA; THE CONCHOLOGISTS PARADISE. 



BY WILLIARD M. WOOD. 



A(jni estoy otravezl 



Once more I have reached the rocky shores of dear old historic 

 Bolinas. I could never tear myself from this antique Spanish town 

 by the Ocean. How I love to hear the mighty waves beat wildly 

 against the solid rocks, and see the lofty yellow bluffs which rise so 

 majestically from Neptune's enchanting home. 



Annually, during the summer months, I find that I am like the 

 proverbial Snail, wending my way, through exquisite redwood forests 

 and inhaling the salubrious mountain air. The point of destination 

 is alway Bolinas. Bolinas, thou art and ever shall be my Mecca. 



This year, Mr. George E. Townsend and the writer concluded to 

 pitch tent and camp upon one of the smaller bluffs, by the side of 

 a delightful rippling creek, within a stone's throw of the beach which 

 is used for bathing purposes, in lieu of making the hotel our head- 

 quarters during our stay. We also decided to " tramp it," and as 

 each possessed a good pair of strong limbs, the start was made from 

 San Anselmo Station, Marin County. The distance from the station 

 to Bolinas is estimated at about twenty miles. Ten miles of this 

 number is entirely devoted to up hill climbing, and so steep, that in 

 portions where there is no shelter from the sun as it sends forth 

 its penetrating rays, one becomes quite exhausted, especially when 

 one is principally confined in a down town office, pondering over 

 innumerable books and papers, and not used to mountain climbing. 



