The morning call., 1893-06-18
How Two Ladies Made a
Vacation Trip.
MILPITAS AND ABOUT THERE
An Onion Bed and a Great Botanical
Inspiration - Some Ideas for
Country Tourists.
Written for THE MORNING CALL.

tnlnk so, yes, sure OF III. Dig Uo4, ilttle
| box, band box, bundle-everything is here
and nothing lacking, so off We go. Unless
all signs fail this trip is bound to be a
| hilarious success.
"But where are you going?" ask one and
all the anxious group of admiring relatives
and friends, assem- bled to see US off.
This has been the question for week
past, and to it we have had but one reply {:
I'VE will toss up broom on the morning
of our departure and start in whatever
direction the handle points"
At the last moment, however. ir the ex-
citement of our departure this has been
forgotten, and thus when we are at last
comfortably seated in the buggy and Rad-
Gala had gathered the reins we were sud-
denly reminded that the objective point Of
our ten days drive is as yet not fixed upon.
"Never mind" said Conservative. Let
US 60 forth and trust to Inspiration" So
| forth we sally, and our steed. given a
loose rein, turning southward, toward the
south our faces, too are turned, and we are
fairly embarked. Our trip is none other
than long-plannef vacation ride. Our
outfit consists of an extra light but strong
''side-bar" top-buggy, strong. willing,
| easy-traveling bay mare, all but tireless,
and gentle enough for all practical pur-
poses when rightly used; two handbags
in the back of the buggy, one parasol, a
volume of Browning's poems. 1.-The Epic
Poems of Russia" and a kodak. The
| dramatis persona besides the mare, two
goo0-na natuIed, fun-lOving women chums.
| We propose. primarily, to see the world
and eat cherries. Incidentally 1t is our
Intention. before we return, to write out a
code of ethics for the enlightenment OF the
world, and a new decaogue, By way of
| light summer diversion.
Southwark our course of empire takes its
way. This. after all, is the way to travel.
Who would be bound to the fixed iron rails
of this age of steam and electricity when
| they can be free to come and go with none
to modest or make afradp
! We bowled along the smooth highway
| through Fruitvale, past Melrose, beyond
Fitchburg, Emeryville and the host of
small towns spriDging up, like mushrooms,
new one every day, along the line of the
| electric road to Haywards. The equine
member of the party swings her long,
even stride over the way so imperceptibly
that we are at San Leandro before we fully
realize that we have started. Then Con-
s ervatvia has an Inspiration.
LET us turn explorers" she says, ''and
| 60 around the bay shoreW
We'll done. Conservative, that is what
we will do"
| You who are still wondering where you
will go this summer for a vacation trip
consider the possibilities afforded by such
one as this. Do you fancy that gazing
at IL through the car windows as you are
hurried over waste places, through cuts
and past meadows and orchards, you
form any idea what beautiful world this
| is we are moving about in?
1T is ldyllic," says Conservative for the
| twentieth time, as We note the exquisite
curves and lines and dimples a slopes
| l,f tIu 49,
| mt other earth's sober garb shows through
the stubble; now golden where the late
grain yet waves; then richly green with
| the exquisite shades of the young vine
yards and olive groves. Up at the very
SUBMITS cattle Craze. mere dark specks
outlined against the sky. so far away they
| look like curions insects moving slowly in
the sunlight. Beyond. in the distance, the
mountains loom up. wooded and green.
Off at the right glistening in the sun, the
bay shines like long, slender arm defin-
ing our route. and between the water and
| the hills great orchards stretch, making
| dark spots of foliage all over the country
| Cherries are ripe. and their scarlet and
| deep-red clusters peep invitingly out from
| green leaves on overhangiDg bOughs.
The olives are just in their feathery.
| fragrant bloom, but apricot. peach and
| plum. walnut. almond and prune have
| shed their blossoms long since and are
month from now we shall revel. Do you
know the tender perfume of vineyards,
| suggestive of Italian skies and brown
| hued, dark-eyed beauties of the sunland
Have you no recollection in the most
secret recesses OF your soul, no exqsite
memories, that the scent of new-nlown
| hay never fails to bring up?
The meadow larks whistle and the black
birds call to US from sale corners of the
fences as we follow the leadings of the
winding white ribbon of road. We forget
all about our code of ethics and our new
decalogue. Right doing is but right being
when all is SAID and done; and who can be
wrong in such paradise? Through Hay
wards and Decoto and on to Niles is the
plan laid for this days trip. We dine at
/ one Of the two hotels in the pleasant little
| junction town, and then turning our faces
| toward the bay we proceed a couple of
miles farther to certain hospitable coun-
try-h6use, where we are cordially wei
! coined and urged to spend the night.
| Next morning we deciue to make a de-
tour INTO the interior. We can then re-
sume our Journey around the bay, so back
through Niles we travel and enter the
| beautiful canyon that connects that town
with Sunol. six miles beyond. 1t is too
lovely road to hurry over. so we check
| our fresh steed's ambitious ardor and
linger along, now in the pleasant open, by
the side OF the pretty stream; now driving
| ny Icu FllldRsS Ot campers, Swinging In
their hammocks. wading the streams. or
| lettering over their primitive pretenses of
housekeeping (his is the place par ex-
cellence for campers), then gliding be-
meath the entwining branches of the thick
canyon growth, past massed banks of
wild grapevine and raspberry, buckeye.
butterwood and swamp willow. or ever
and again driving straight through
the stream itself. with the water
/ above the hubs of the wheels, and
splashng high in our faces as our pony
stamps and dances, half in enjoyment,
nalf in nervousness. over the unwonted
element through which she is travelling.
| We pause to let her drink and sit watch
ing the cleaning. gliding, silver sid ed
fishes and queer fresh-water crabs that
have their home in the stream, then out
| into the sunlight again. where it sifts
down through the leaves and makes a
pretty fretted carpet Under the mares S
dainty, frse-stepping feet.
IL is nearly noon when we reach Sunol.
where we put up the rig. bespeak dinner at
the Hazel Glen, and taking our books wan.
der off up the Sindbad Canyon to while
away an hour. We find a lovely little
stream wandering ''all by its lone" in a
tangle of underbrush, and sitting down
! upon the powders along its borders, we
float chips down Its troubled current and
read from .rhe Epic Songs of Russia" tie
rhythmic how of the old childworId
romances blending strangely with the bab-
/ bling OF the little brook at our feet. What
would the stern King Yetmanuila Yet
manuilovich. or the courteous Prince Vlad
imir, or Ilya, the old Cossack. have
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