3 6 4 Life in the Open 



point in the discussion. The accompanying illustrations 

 tell the story. The committee at 10 A. M. met in the 

 orange grove of the late Andrew McNally of Chicago, 

 where they ate oranges, then picked roses, and idled in 

 a wealth of flowers that made up the garden. At 1 1 

 we find them on the mountain railroad at the foot of 

 the incline. At I2M. they had entered the snow level, 

 thirty-fi ve hundred feet up, soon reaching Alpine Tav- 

 ern amid a scene that epitomised winter. 



Hundreds of square miles of mountains stretched 

 away white with snow, and on distant peaks the wind 

 was blowing snow banners into the air. Here a sleigh 

 met the party, and they were carried still higher up the 

 mountain, amid huge snow-banks where with snow-shoes 

 they walked about and enjoyed the novelty of snow- 

 balling. At 1.30 P. M. they were again at the NcNally 

 trout pool, in the land of summer, and at 3.30 P.M. we 

 might have seen them, as did the photographer, bathing 

 in the waters of the Pacific at Santa Monica, from which 

 they steamed back to the orange groves of Pasadena, 

 where late in the afternoon they assembled in the orange 

 grove of one of the party and read the congratulatory 

 telegrams of their feat. In a few hours they had passed 

 through various climates, from semitropic summer and 

 ripening oranges, to the heart of winter, and altitudes 

 from the sea level to over a mile above it, all attainable 

 in half a day if desired, and in the most comfortable, 

 indeed luxurious, fashion. 



Few localities have so many singular conditions 



