The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-07-15
In California
Wichita Young Lady
Charmed With II.


Fife NJ. Davies, Of Wichita, who is
visiting at Pacific Grove, California
sends the Eagle a description of the
place She writes:
Pacific Grove is a very picturesque place
and most delightful place to spend a
summer, as it is nice and cool, and 1 an
told is equally as nice in the winter
months.
1t is situated on the beautiful Bay OF
Monterey, which is about one hundred
and twenty-five miles south of San
Francisco and is unrivalled for its beauty
and picturesqueness.
| A silvan promontory, boldly thrusting
| itself into the surges of the Pacific, forms
the southeastern boundary Of the bay, and
out upon this promontory Economically
| situated overlooking the mountain en-
vironed bay lies Pacific Grove
What a grand and exaIting panorama
| is seen from the heights of this prom
ontory! What enchanting views one has
everywhere, whether standing on some
huge rock on the wave washed shore,
Or sauntering through the ozone laden
pine forests.
What charming hooks and corners the
ocean worn coast affords and what a
pleasant contrast to our charming hooks
and corners of Kansas grain fields.
From San Francisco to Pacific Grove we
came through the beautiful and rich
Santa Clara valley, also stopped at the
far famed Hotel Del Monte with its
palatial buildings and it's one hundred
and twenty-six acres of garden
This beautiful park and garden is open
to everybody and certainly is worth while
seeing. One can go there afoot along the
beach, as it is only three miles from Pa
cific Grove, or take the street sar
Between Hotel Del Monte and here is
the old historic town of Monterey, with
its many remnants and reminiscents of
the past
The old capital under Spanish and Mex
lean rule, and once the capital of the
state of California, is a very interest
ing place to visit
While standing in the shadow of the
old adobe walls of the ancient mission
church. the spirit of good Father Juni-
pero Sierra seemed to be near and speak
ing of past generations, while the mighty
battleships Of our navy, lying proudly at
anchor, before the town, represent the
progress or modern times.
There are many and interesting places
10 visit, near here, the light house at
Point Pinos is only a mile from US, and
is said to be the oldest one on this coast.
Entering the woods at the light house
there is a splendid bicycle path, and as
you wheel along in the shade of the
pines, you hear the warning note of the
Point Pinos buoy. And in a short time
you come to Lake Majella, dreamy,
beautiful lake, and an ideal place for a
picnic
After leaving this place, we go over
some Of the whitest and finest sand hills
that glisten in the sunlight like snow,
and in a little while the ocean, impressive
in its immensely, breaks upon our view,
and we find ourselves on Moss Beach,
a sandy stretch a mile long, and hard as !
cement.
Near Point joe we could see the |
resting place Of the i'll fated steamer |
st. Paul which was wrecked. We secured |
some Of the fragments as souvenirs.
Then we came to the Seal Rocks, the |
home of the sea lion, the pelican and |
the cormorant.
There were hundreds of seals and sea
lions, basking in the sun and plunging |
into the water, while the air is rent by |
their constant hoarse barking.
We enjoy resting on the fragrant pine !
needles and being lulled by the music of |
Jhe pines and the constant thunder of |
he waves on the rocks and watching the
1eep blue sky with the white fog clouds
lying inland.
No one ever complains of sleeplessness
lere, the nights are cool, almost cold
and the days are delightful
The flowers here are beautiful and of
Ill kinds, and the wild ones and ferns
row down to the waters edge.
There seem to be no very poor people
n Pacific Grove; beggar is never seen,
IN the streets. And, by the way, it seems
very natural and nice to talk to the
Spanish girls and boys in their own
language.
This must be a very healthful place,
or there are so many old people here.
One night, on the beach. we overheard
young lady advising her grand mamma.
| lady of at least seventy-five years, to
nut her veil over her head to protect her
rom the wind, at which the old lady in
lignantly remarked:
Indeed, I'm not going to begin to
bundle up like an old woman"