The San Francisco call., 1909-05-28

time the dulling bondage OF work
aday routine for the pure delight Of
play finds somewhere IN Santa CrHz,
city or county, the place that suits His
fancy From her gayly crowded
beaches to the farthesr dim nook
among her green mountains she meets
in every varying phase some desire %
the pleasure seeker
In the cool, quiet depths Of her for
est hunter or angler finds paradise.
Trout lurk in the gay little mountain
streams Shy, feet deer nibble the
/ tender twigs in the fickering shadows
OF the trees The sudden whir of the
grouse underfoot s1Arties the silence
and Wild ducks flap about the little
lakes
There is soothing. strengthening
influence about the LIE OF out Of doors
! Tired nerves relax and rest, the dul1ed
mind gains fresh strength in the COM
panionship with shy. wild things of
stream and forest. The camper in the
Santa Cruz mountains feels the strong.
gentle hand of nature in her kindlissr
mood lifting quietly the weight ~
years and giving him again the frssa
joy of boyhood.
The mountain brooks glitter ia the
early sunshine. The twitter of little
birds. busy with their breakfasts. aAd
the clean. new feeling of morning in
t the woods tempt the camper from his
tent. with rod and fy he will test the
truth of the tales he has heard OF the
Santa Cruz trout.
Quietly he works his way through
the underbrush. following the little
/ stream. It~pushes confidently through
ALI the rocky obstacles on its way 70
the sea, laughing gayly as it tuns6lss
/ over them Here at Last IL slSps
smoothly into a little suz necksd Deoi
! cool and green Here is the place 10
: let the flies fall lightly on rhs water
| surface, esressing. invfEih z me ROD
swings high. the flies fail Again and
in q swift silvery fash from the silent
depths comes the trout. A pfacky
hghter. too. every ounce OF him Up
and down the pool he rushes. wkifs
every nerve of the angler tingIes with
joy at the night. Brought to the net,
the fish is at last safely landed-s
/ speckied beauty. iridescent scales
| gleam ming in the morning sunshine.
What a tale to tell the poor fellows
.grubbing down in the city!
Farther, on he finds another ana AL
other Pushing on with inHnite eau
carefully casting his nies on the little
pools. he rounds out his mornings
catch and returns whistling to his tent
There over the camp hre he cooks the
| cleaning beauties 1t Is a Breakfast
for the gods. eaten under the rustling
leaves, the sweet mountain air fsintly
pungent with the incense OF clean wood
I smoke. Surely there were such trout
| streams on Mount Olympus.
( s Scattered over all the world, vher-
/ ever true sportsmen are found, are. .st0-
/ ries of hunting days in the Santa cslz
/ mountains. To one who knows it there
is no Joy like the morning tramps
down the forest giades, with gun on
! shoulder and eager dog at heel There
+ is a sudden thrill a tauC ssteadiness OF
nerve that comes with the glimpse OF a.
graceful deer quietly nibbling the tree
4 CWl2S AT Inc emo OF a SQ6QY valley.
/ The slightest suspicious sound or scent
will starrIe her. Quietly with inhnite
caution the hunter steals nearer
twig cracks. Suddenly bright eyes
+ gleam. the dainty nostrils twitchs sverx
+ slender curve is rigid. alert The gun
booms on the silence. There Is
bound. a crashing fall The braacheE
/ OF the underbrush erackle with the
dead weight upon them and deep
! hush falls over the little valley.
clean shot
There is no rest like that OF the even
ing around a camp fire. Returning sx-
ultant with we'll filled bag or front
string. the campers cut generous sup
ply OF firewood. rouse the srfolderinE
embers in front of the tent and settle
down in comfort for the night.
What is better than supper cooked in
the open air and eaten by the fickerinK
/ fire after days hunting, There Is
flavor IN the food no world famous chef
can create The brooding quiet OF the
darkness outside the fTelight. the soft
rustic OF innumerabfe leaves. the foam
ling OF the brook softened TO music.
blend into feeling OF rsstfui quietude.
Lying back among the blankets smok-
! ing a goodnight pipe. the camper feels
the sense OF struggle and EFFORT and
change fade into peaceful tranquility.
And 50 falls asleep beneath the stars.
The one who loves more than neld or
forest the mystery OF the sea finds In
the beaches Of Santa Cruz an endlessly
varying delight. Here IN the splashinx
surf the funbling waves gayiy BUFFET
laughing bathers. Here YOU can chRl-
! lenge the sea itself to q wrestling
match. feel the sting OF the spray in
your face. its salt breath on your cheek
It Is gay bout with the breakers
Afterward there are the broad. smooth
beaches inviting rest IN the SUM- End
I lessly the ocean charges the shore
Column after column the waves rush
valiantiy up, break into foam and fall
back Then in the tiny pause there Is
/ the soft sound of the retreating bub
bIes on the sand IL Is faint indraw-
ing OF the oceans breath. tiry as the
sound OF snow falling quietly IN the
i winter woods. Then comes the roar
and crash again One who knows the
sea can never tire of it.
In the afternoons and evenings AZ
\ the Santa Cruz beRehes there is ali the
sparkle and glitter always found at
gay pleasure resorts. The magnldcent
hofoIz -x,1fT oh arm ms >offa afIaE