CALIFORNIA'S REDWOOD PARK 



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panionship of the great trees. Travelers who have toured 

 France and Switzerland and have had wide experience 

 in estimating scenic values, declare that the charm and 

 beauty and picturesqueness of this trip is not excelled. 

 The scenery of the Santa Cruz Mountains approaches 

 grandeur but it is not overawing. It is kaleidoscopic, a 

 new angle of vision revealed at every curve in the road, 

 but all its lines are graceful, its aspect never void of 

 beauty. 



The summit above Saratoga is gained at an altitude of 

 2,700 feet at Fairview. Here a most entrancing pano- 

 rama is spread. Facing eastward, at your feet lies the 



Mountains descending oceanward. The panorama appeals 

 instantly to the artist. Comprehensive in its fifty miles of 

 compass, sublime in its heights and depths and distances, 

 exquisite (we use the word advisedly) in the tinting of the 

 landscape, bringing within the vision the astronomical, 

 agricultural, commercial, educational and industrial 

 glories and beauties of Central California. 



From this point to the heart of the forest is not more 

 than five miles as the crow flies, but it is fifteen as the 

 park highway runs, on uniform grades from four to six 

 per cent. The right of way is 200 feet in width and 

 forms a pan handle to the park, being under its juris- 



THE TWIN GIANTS— OHIO A.sL) liAVI.KiuKU IN THE MARIPOSA GROVE 



These two are among the most notable trees in the grove. The view of the cabin through the opening in the base of the Haverford and" the 

 whole condition of this tremendous base is not only most impressive bjt most convincingly indicates the great age of the tree and its mates. 



Santa Clara Valley, town dotted, orchard checked, vari- 

 colored with trees, pastures, grain fields and the habili- 

 ments of a fertile valley. Beyond rises Mount Hamilton, 

 crowned by the Lick Observatory, and to the northwest 

 Mount Diablo. Northerly a clear day will give glimpses 

 of the intruding bay of San Francisco, or if this is fog 

 shrouded, the imagination can complete the suggestive- 

 ness of the picture. Facing westward before you are the 

 seamed, sloping, evergreen ridges of the Santa Cruz 



diction. Northerly along the crest of the mountain the 

 road flirts with the boundary line between Santa Cruz 

 and Santa Clara counties, alternately disclosing expansive 

 views seaward or valleyward, an exhilarating experience 

 to the sightseer. It then bends down the mountain side 

 descending until it reaches the gap which marks the 

 divide between the waters flowing to the Pescadero and 

 those reaching the bay of Monterery at Santa Cruz. 

 Continuing its winding it ascends to an altitude of 1,900 



