The Arizona sentinel., 1900-03-21
A TRIP THROUGH THE DESERT On Foot from San Diego, Cal. to 1
 Yuma, Arizona.
(Written for the Sentinel )

On Saturday noon, March 8, lift San Diego bound for Yuma having gained by experience the conviction that for a single man with push and energy no better country could be found than the coming state of Arizona. My friends tried to convince me that to cross the coast range and the desert on foot was little less than madness, but I did not heed their pleadings and off 1 went.
 After I had left National City travelled for miles through a fine country, dotted with orange and lemon groves and beautiful ranch es. Aboutevening reached Otay, pretty dead looking town, the ter minal of the National City & Otay By. A gigantic brick building, which was erected during boom times as 8 match factory, is the only thing noteworthy of Otay.
 Now l leave the railroad and take the stage road to Campo. The country presents a very sorry ap- pearance. The grain on the fields is sallow and entirely dried up and the poor looking ranches deserted As I had to pass several reads which branch from the main road and all looking alike 1 lost my way and went for five miles out of my di- rection. This I found out when went to get some water from a spring and was accosted by a lonely ranchere, who lived on a deserted ranch in an old camp wagon. After preparing and eating a little break fast-oatmeal and coffee-I went across the dried up field and struck the stage road again. I met a f. horse team loaded with groceries for Campo, which place was still 50 miles further east. Or invita- ton I bearded the wagon as super cargo" and arrived Dulzura at 6:30 p. m, just as it began to rain. Mon- day morning the rain had ceased and the sun shone brightly over the smiling valleys of the coast range which rises in elevation from 1900 to 1000 feet. It was a dreary ride or rather tortu GUS climbing for the poor animals up the steep grades, and late in the evening we reached Campo, a little place near the Mex ican border.
 Here I took leave of my team ster, determined to yet travel some miles before the night set in. Camping outside did not appear very inviting as tke clements threatened rain or snow. At a ranch about miles from Campo l halted for the purpose of finding shelter for the night. Herein l was not disappointed for the owner ! of the place, an old veteran by name Calvin J. Adams, with his wife and daughter, showed me real old time hospitality.
 Tuesday noon I crossed the di- vide and was within 9 miles of the desert and the next morning l come in sight of the desert. Il looked like a boundless, rolling mass of sand and hills. The first guide board showed l0S miles to Yuma. At little mountain sprir g took several deep draughts of the crystal waters to fortify myself for 1 further exigencies. A kind of awe struck me at the first sight of the unknown desert, but l soon suc- ceeded in shaking 1t off and step ped briskly into the deep coarse sand, covered here and there with cactus, sage brush and greasewood. After , mics of tiresone walking water hole, Coyote Wells, met my eyes. The water was muddy and warm, yet l took some 10 quench my thirst, for the dry, hot ar par ched my lips and made my tongue rattle in my mouth. At sundown I laid down hehind a clump of sage brush and tried to sleep, but the coyotes kept poor Morpheus scared away.
 With sore feet and stiff limbs the journey was again resumed .ong before daylight. As soon as the sun commences to rise the tops of the mountains which eHcircle the desert vastness glimmer through the wells of the distant haze. A gentle breeze precede8 the