Arizona republican., 1919-12-14

rusher showed black against the Tightening sky.
 Then came the dry bed of the San Gabriel bleached white and staring. Then Azusa and due east through the orange groves with fruit half ripened on the trees and the Sierra Madras in the background. An avenue flanked with palms and eucalyptus brought us into Glendora with her orange. and lemon packing warehouses and beyond lay San Dimas Wash fertile evi- dence of what irrigation has done to develop a land of plenty.
 To the north up against the horizon Old Baldy stands guard 10000 feet above, and, as we see up throug CIaremont, the morning sun is radiant at the top of Cucamonga and rose like a ball of molten gold behind Sa Jnacin- to. a hundred miles away. "Grayback is dead ahead and the mountains are beckoning on all sides. Here we pass wineries set in the midst of their vine yords like grim ghosts of day when it was lawful to press the juice from the grape to make light the heart oi mankind.
 l Great rows of closely knit cypress stand high about the orange groves l We passed San Bernardino ahead ot schedule and bear to the northeas- | through the Cajon Pass. The roa6 winds and turns and signs read ''l( miles. Sound horn on all curVes"- there is little travel and We push or past Cosy Dells. the forest ranger; quarters. and reach Cajon station where we see the first snow on tn, mountains. This is historic country and. marked at their junction by z monument. wind and cross the olC Santa Fe and Salt Lake Pioneer trails mute witnesses of the piercing of { great country with early artieries O trade and travel
 A stop for picture is made and W, leave paved road and enter a lant strewn with oddly shaped cactus gaunt Joshua trees'' standing guart over arid wastes. We are skirting th' Mohave desert where in days gone b, men fought for the last of brackisl water which now, through the servic' of the automobile, has lost it's terro and which must some day yield to mai and, through irrigation, blossom int fertile valleys.
 am making notes in the back O
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 part of the Phoenix Los Angeles roa race making almost as great speed a
 those racing cars, yet taking tn rough roads comfortably and withou road shock because of the new typ of spring which are part of the ney plan of Overland manufacture an
 which seem to me almost uncanny i their residence and comfort. We Shal have ooAA h0 fn fhns springs on the rougher roads ahead and I am eager for the trials. We are following the direct route into the mountains and after we pas Hesperia, it is truly desert country l is a photographers paradise, an Pewter unlimbers his apparatus wit grunts of professional approval Her the movie people have found min of rich material, and we almost get shot at a stray coyote who lope across the trail and sinks into the sag brush. Fowler has decided to sta here the rest of his life taking picture and it looks as though our schedul was doomed, We got good pictures c the dry bed of the Mojave river, whic after the first winter rains will chang tc a raging torrent ribboned wit
 
 over Dry Lake natural phenomen now dry and smooth as a ballrooI floor, and photograph it from Des ! Mans Point which looms ahead stop is made at Rabbit Springs to talk on water to prepare for Cushingber grade, the downfall of many an earl motorist. So steep is the grade tha in wagon days, there were "snubbin posts" at the head to let down u heavy loads. Here we meet with ol first ground snow" and Fowler insis ' on picture in which snowballs pls an important part.
 Leaving Bald Rocks at the top of il Cushingberry we drop into Cactl Flats and begin to pick up the cautiC sings of Johnson's Grade. Coming c the grade we find the valley rich
 big pines and stretched before us Lal
 Baldwin.
 \ Here are signs of activity, hunte
 and dogs and guns are in evidenC
 This country is surely paradise f
 water fowl and as we skirt the lake
 is dotted with birds. Thousands
 galinule or mud hens, make their hor ' here. They ride at anchor unafraid
 we pass and no one seems to both \ them. Some day you will use the
 as food here. 1 have eaten them pr \ pared by French Canadian cooks \ the marshes of Michigan and Cana II atsI oil ,.,