Los Angeles herald., 1907-01-20
FIGHT WITH SNOW
ON MOUNTAIN TOP
ASCENT OF MOUNT LOWE Is
EAGERLY MADE
Los Angeles Residents to Whom the
Frosty Crystals Are Strangers
Revive Memories of East
ern Winters
one of the heaviest blankets OF snow

| One of the heaviest blankets of snow
covers the mountains in the vicinity of
Los Angeles now that has been seen
for many years and many people who
have lived in the land of sunshine so
| long that snow has become a novelty
have taken advantage of the opportuni-
ty to revel in the delights offered by
this wintry fairyland in the borders of
the semi-tropics. The cars to Mount
Lowe have been crowded to capacity
on every trip and Alpine tavern has
done rushing business.
| The shifting of the scenes that one
sees almost as rapidly as a panoramic
moving view when the Mount Lowe
trip is made is scarcely surpassed In
! wonder by the fictitious tales of myth
land. In this instance truth is indeed
stranger than fiction.
In the vicinity of Altadena the Mount
Lowe cars pass through groves of Or
ange and lemon trees full of fruit.
Sweet smelling blossoms mingle with
the ripened clusters of fruit and the
world seems a growth of green verdure,
in which silver throated birds warble
and nest.
White Peaks Loom Up
| But beyond on the horizon, ever
drawing nearer by the rapid movement
of the trolley, are the white frozen
| peaks CndC tower ike InlSnCy SldClerS
of the icy north.
In few moments from the time the
car passes the orange groves the up
ward grade of the foothills is reached
and with 1t the temperature undergoes
a gradual change.
The warm sunshine of the lowlands
that delights the easterners fresh from
the cold blasts of the north wind is moi
exceeded by the almost childish en-
III cio xptf Ixbi ic1, ha two Co1
fornian greets the novel chill of the
high altitude, and though they shiver
with the cold they laugh gleefully and
eagerly wait for the increasing chill
as the car ascends the incline rails to
Alpine tavern.
The glorious scenery that spreads like
a panoramic map of the world from
the mountain slope to the sea edged
horizon held no charms for the snow
eager passengers that filled the little
incline railroad car yesterday, for they
all kept their gaze on the pillows of
downy whiteness that covered the
mountain top above them.
When the car at last reached the
snow and furrowed it's way through
! glistening banks the passengers, men
and women though they were, became
children in their manner and laughed
and reached for the mystic feathers
of ice, like a baby that grasps for an
alluring toy.
1t was a veritable contest between
men and women to see who would
reach the ground first when the car
at last stopped at the end of it's climb,
the Alpine tavern, and a battle of
snowballs ensued that filed the air
with flying missiles and the canyon
reverberated with the shouts of the
| players.
The roaring fire in the massive fire
place of the tavern was not the least
of the attractions afer the snow fight
ers had frosted their hands and became
chilled to the marrow. A genuine old
time eastern handwarming before the
fire was scene that recalled the days
at the old home, and many were the
"reminiscences of wintry times that We're
told midst the merrymaking Of the
crowd.