University of California Los Angeles - Bruin Life / Southern Campus Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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Campins on t }t dtusJgian (liber AST summer a part}- of four, of whom I was one, de- ncided to spend several weeks camping in the Russian River country. To me the region was almost a fe?v ' a incognita ; but I had heard it praised for its pictur- esque beauty and spoken of as an ideal place for a summer outing. When I had felt its charm, I was ready to say, like the Queen of Sheba, that the half had not been told. Our destination was Guernewood Park, a point on the Russian River, thirty miles beyond Santa Rosa. Two of our party having preceded me and, the third being detained, I made the journey from San Francisco alone; nevertheless, the beaut} ' of the country through which I passed made the trip a de- lightful one. For some distance the train wound among softly rounded hills, golden brown in the summer sunshine and thickly studded with spreading live-oaks. Then the hills gave place to a level, cultivated country, where soft-eyed cows were grazing in the meadows, and fruit hung thick on orchard boughs, and wide fields of hop vines swung their tendrils in the breeze, and in the haz} ' dis- tance the quiet mountains lifted themselves against the sk}- . Through one flourishing town after another we sped — San Rafael, Petaluma, and last of all, Santa Rosa. Be3 ond Santa Rosa the valley grew narrower ; the mountain walls began to close in upon us ; and soon we were following the course of a clear stream which loitered quietly along through grassy meadows. This was my introduction to the Russian River. A little farther, and we were winding with many a sharp curve through a wooded mountain canyon, in some places just wide enough for the river and the railway ; in others opening to show fleeting glimpses, up narrow side valleys, of a meadow or a hop field or a patch of corn, all dotted with the scarred and black- ened stumps of ancient redwoods.