Los Angeles herald., 1907-01-27

bush tell the story. Up to Granite
gate, natural gate formed by the
rock of the mountains, over the cir
cular bridge that took so much time
and money to build, past Horseshoe
curve, where you look down the track
where we have just passed and every
one commences to look for the snow,
the beautiful white snow.
At last the cold wind in our faces
tells us that we are nearing it. And
l almost hold my breath for my first
look at the snow, any nearer than
from Los Angeles, looking up to these
mountains. In my imagination L saw
great mass of snowy flakes glisten-
ing in all colors, contrasted to the
black of the trees and 1 saw-well,
what looked exactly like soapsuds
spread out in thin patches. And to
this day 1 can't see why everybody
laughed, for it did look exactly like
soapsuds, and everybody said so.
SNOWFALL the Conductor
But soon we arrived in it, sure
enough, and there were the men SHOW
cling 1t off the tracks in great white
chunks. Here the car went a little
slow, and everybody on the near
side" reached out and made snowbals.
And the jovial conductor, who had
told Of all the beauties to be seen,
seemed to be the target for every
SNOWFALL, and for few moments good
natured rivalry reigned to see who
could hit the mark; and the mark, 1
may explain, was just between his
upturned collar and where his hair
made a little dark rim. Men and
women and children forgot what had
been seen and what was to be seen
in the fun of just throwing snow, made
UP in little balls, for we couldn't stop
to secure much.
Then on and up in the snow, with
here and there hardy fern holding
mass which had left it Drowned and
half dead, and the great oaks and tall
and stately pines standing out black
and clear against the white snow.
And then We Alpine tavern. Few
stop to look at it's picturesque Swiss
architecture, but hurry up the trail
to get into the snow, And here the
first real trouble begins. Many people
have travelled over this path and it is
now smooth and glossy, and can you
imagine the result? Well, I took three
steps down to every one up, but finally
we managed to reach comparatively
level ground and made our way to
Point Inspiration, sometimes dubbed
"perspiratiOn point" Out over the
beautiful white snow every few yards
We're wrappings for films, showing the
path of the kodak fiend. Every now
and then touching family groups We're
posing in the snow for pictures. Here
the great rock that loomed up with
it's pole dark against the sky in my
other visits was a mass of the soft
white everywhere present and it's per-
haps hard lines softened and rounded
out.
Is Rightly Named
Point Inspiration, to any one who has
sat there, is rightly named, To either
side, and forming a mighty back
ground, the mountains inclose one
out and over another range we see
first the observatory and then the
view. oh, the wonderful view!
Point Inspiration is a place alike foI
the dreamer and the man of action
1t invites one to think of-well, every
thing, and the mighty mountains stiI
the blood coursing through the veins
until one seems to be far above the
world that. we left so short a time
ago. From the automatic piano tC
| Inspiration point Is far cry-and
would rather have the solitude of the
point than a hundred pianos.
Here on this rock, perhaps, was a
temple to the sun god, for the early
lnQldnS OF TINS region were a sun WOr'
Shipping people. 1t is we'll adapted
to sun worship, the great rock stand
ing in the center whore the sun first
shows itself in the east, preceded by
| its heralds Of the dawn, bringing the
beautiful colors and spreading them
over the mountains preparatory to the
advent of their king-just as we hang
out pretty banners when some great
man comes along.
| After all, 1t is the same. We, little
| pigmies that we are in the universe
copy the great Masters work in oui
! little miniature ways.
The sun is preceded by the grand
| pageant of color, spread out by the
angels of the dawn, over which ht
| speeds his way to the great white lighi
of the day. Just over there where
! the two mountain peaks meet, is the
place where Apollo makes his entry.