When transporation was powered by horses this crossing from Los Angeles into the Santa Clara River valley was formidable. In service of the Army fort at Tejon Pass, Lt. Beale made a wagon route the first of many main lines through this pass. I want to see the pass, and the cut Beale's men dug. My ultimate objective is the house of my co-worker Maurice.
Activities are indeterminate as yet.
We'll just meet and see what happens. The road is steep, the cut narrow, the other side just as steep. Those poor horses. The September air is dry and rapidly warming, but clear and offering long views toward Liebre Mountain and others. I amble back down the hill, thinking about getting around in the days before gasoline made it so easy that I can just hop in the car and drive 100 miles to visit a friend.