The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1909-08-20

through glass bottom boats, we de-
cided that was the place to go the
next day. We left Los Angeles
Wednesday morning on an excursion
Ground trip $2.75) by trolley for
San Pedro on the coast, and by
steamer twenty-seven miles, on the
Pacific to Avalon Bay, the princi-
pal harbor of the island, and to
Avalon. AS we were pulling up to
to watch the boys dive for coins
watched the numerous flying fish
that were thrown from our boat into
the water. Invariably they would
get the coin before it sank two feet.
We enjoyed the ocean ride and
watching the numerous flying fish
as they would glide about three
feet above the water, some to
distance of five hundred feet, but
to be frank, we were very much
disappointed with Cataline Island.
Here is an Island, hilly and rough,
22 miles long and containing about
10000 acres, with it's hills brown
and bare. No trees, no life, nothing
green or attractive. The cause of
it is, no rain falls from May to No
vember. The town of Avalon, is
composed principally of stores, res
taurants, hotels and boarding houses,
and nesting close to the shore of
the bay; has some trees and shrub
cry. So much for the natural
beauty. We went to the seal rocks,
but no seals were there. A little
later we saw two in the bay. A
glass-bottom boat took us for
quarter of mile along the shore
where we saw the marine gardens
and few gold and other fish, none
over ten inches long. We returned
to San Pedro and to Los Angeles.
While we did not have time to go,
we might say that south of San
Pedro are number of attractive
resorts, first among them with
population of over 10000 is Long
Beach, the Atlantic City of the Pa
cific; Coronado Beach, and San
Diego with it's magnificent harbor.
This will be an important port when
the Panama Canal is completed.
Thursday morning at $50 o'clock,
we left the Salt Lake station, over
the Southern Pacific R. R. for an
other days sightseeing trip. We
pass through Pomona, with it's
golden-fruited groves of oranges;
through Ontario with it's groves of
citrus fruit, and enter the wonder
full Riverside orange area, which, a
little more than thirty years ago
was a cactus-covered desert. Here
at Riverside we were very much dis
appointed in not meeting Mr.. VIM.
III. Horton, a former resident of
Honesdale and now the owner of
an extensive orange grove at River
side. Mrs. Horton was Miss Anna
Bassett, sister of Miss Lizzie, Charles
and Herbert Bassett of Honesdale.
We had telephoned to Mr. Horton,
the evening before, from Los An
geles, and invited him to take an
automobile ride with us, as we
would not have time to call on him.
Riverside has some beautiful
drives. Our ride took us out Vic
toria avenue, along the crest of the
foothills overlooking some ten
thousand acres of orange groves,
west on Adams street to the Sher-
man Institute where about six hum
dred Indians are being instructed
in the common industrial arts. by
direction of the United States Gov
ernment.
We proceed along the famous
Magnolia Avenue, a beautiful double
drive bordered with pepper, palms.
and few Magnolia trees. In 1874
the government sent to Riverside
the first two seedless orange trees
of the Washington navel variety
trees of the navel orange on Mag
nolia avenue, and few years ago
EX-President Roosevelt was sponsor
for the removal of the other parent
tree to the court of the Mission Inn
Riverside. Both have iron rail
fences around them. We pass along
one OF the canals of the Riverside
Water Company, which has done
so much in reclaiming this valley
from a desert waste. The navel
, oranges had all been picked. Those
remaining on the trees at this time,
were the Valencias, the oranges
with the seed. We sampled some
from the tree. They were good
After seeing the most attractive por-
tions of the city, such as the pub
lie free library, court house, some
of the beautiful school buildings and
churches, we stopped at the famous
GlenWood Inn, one of Southern
California's most noted hotels, built
after the lines of the early missions,
and furnished throughout in the
quaint style of the old days and
with it's collection of old and his
torical bells. After luncheon, once
again the steam cars are taken for
San Bernardino, where we trans
ferred to a trolley line, passing out
from San Bernardino through the
main street, across beautiful
valley, with arrowhead mountain to
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