Liberty High School - Lion Yearbook (Brentwood, CA)

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A TRIP TO MEXICO. N NOVEMBER Tth. 1900, the wharf at San FFaI1CiSCf1 was crowded with people waving good-bye to their friends on board the steamer Curacoa, among whom I had a place. There was such a heavy fog that those who were anxiously waiting to give a good-bye look to the Cliff House were disappointed, as we could not see the shore. The sea was very rough, and after remaining on deck as long as they could, the passengers, one by one, retired to their staterooms tor to the railing! with pale and drawn faces. The waters were rough until we reached Pt. Conception. and then we had better weather. The first port we reached was Ensenada, Raju Culi- fornia. The view from the boat, which anchors one halt mile from the shore, is nothing but hills and a large hotel. This hotel is a wooden structure, and situated on the hill- side, and is owned by an English company. The town proper is about one-fourth of a mile from the harbor and is a typical Mexican town. ln the center of the town is a plaza. around which is built the pablic buildings-:he school houses, church and hotel. We stayed in town a few hours and then boarded our ship to continue the journey. After two days sailing on summer seas watching the spouting whales by day and the phosphorescent waters by night, which changed from a turquoise blue to a flaming: red, then to the silvery hue of a moonlit sea. we were on the eleventh, about noon. eagerly watching for a view of cape St. Lucas. This point gives you the impression of a ruined castle. then as a cave comes to view it does not take a fanciful mind io feel that 1.ossibly some hand of pirates is hiding iu the bosom of the storm-beaten mass of rocks. Before you have fully recovered from the awe-i11spir- ing views, you find yourself suddenly overpowered with the heat. The passengers began to don their summer ap- parel at once. and even fans were needed for comfort. The cause of this sudden change was our entering the Gulf ol' California after sailing around the point of Baja California. where you first get the full benefit of the tropical heat. At about two P. M. we dropped anchor at San Jose Del Cabo-the only view of the land from the boat beizif: tields of sugar cane and tropical verdure. The harbor vrae filled with small boats containing natives who came to wel- come us to their land. venders of sugar cane. and barges to receive the cargo from our steamer. Steamer day is always a holiday in the town. But it