IN THE GORGEOUS LAND OF PLENTY 



A Woman's Story of an Adventurous Climb up Grizzly Peak 



in the Mighty Sierras 



BY EMYLYN GUILD LULL 



T had been an ideal trail leading to the foot of Grizzly Peak 



trip in which we where we were to camp, made it impos- 



had experienced less sible to take in with us any but absolute 



than a week of hot necessities. At Laytonville, sixty miles 



south in Mendocino County, we had 

 left the last supply station, and had 

 been unable to procure much there ex- 

 cept tinned goods. Our provisions were 

 of the simplest ; flour, baking-powder, 

 salt, pepper, canned tomatoes and corn, 

 and bacon. We depended on the gener- 

 osity of the range and forest for ad- 

 ditions to our menu. 



Our camp, consisting of a small shel- 

 ter tent, in which the women crept one 

 by one to make their primitive toilets, 

 a roll of blankets and canvas sleeping- 

 bag apiece, was pitched in a grove of 



weather and very 



little dust. Day after 



day we had basked 



in the warm, balmy 

 health-giving sunshine and revelled in 

 the early fruits of Napa, bathed in the 

 lakes and drank of the numerous and 

 various mineral springs of Lake and 

 had driven for miles through the virgin 

 woods of Mendocino to reach Trinity 

 County in Northern California, the goal 

 of a two months' drive which had com- 

 menced in Santa Clara County. 



We had camped at the foot of the 

 majestic mount of St. Helena, thrilling straight, towering cedars skirted by red, 

 in the glory of her pink and azure peaks gnarled Madrohes and scented pines, 

 touched by the setting sun ; had lain Ten feet to the east bubbled an ice-cold 

 through moon-flooded nights on the spring, near which was set up the gyp- 

 fern-bordered banks of the twin waters, sy tripod and its pendant kettles from 

 watching their shimmer through half- which were brought forth viands that 

 closed eyes, and in the magnificent tim- might tempt an epicure. 



ber of Mendocino County, looking up- 

 ward where the giant sequoias com- 

 mune with the stars. 



We were eighty miles from a rail- 



It was late in the afternoon when we 

 pitched camp. We had planned to put 

 our quarters in shape and rest during 

 the remainder of the day ; but there 



road, nine from a stage line, and seven must always be an unmanageable mem- 



miles from one of the two habitations 

 we saw during the three weeks spent in 

 this county. The distance from the 

 railroad barred the influx of the tourist 

 and with the exception of two settlers, 

 we saw no one. Our little party was 

 virtually alone with a luxuriant, gen- 

 erous nature in the embrace of the 

 mountains. 



We had left the buckboard in which 

 we had made the two-hundred mile trip, 

 on a claim seven miles below, and the 



ber of a camping party, who furnishes 

 comment and diversion for the others, 

 and we had this member in' Archie — 

 Archie, our Massachusetts ''tender- 

 foot." His boyish eagerness to explore, 

 experiment, and investigate the un- 

 known, had kept the hearts of the femi- 

 nine members in a constant state of tre- 

 pidation, while from the masculine ele- 

 ment he had called forth more than one 

 imprecation. 



Archie had never seen a wild deer 



host there had packed us in with a train and he had a new "thirty-thirty," which 

 of horses and mules, which we retained thus far had been harmlessly discharged 

 during our stay. The steep, narrow at jack-rabbits. He emerged now from 



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