For the ridge, ascending from seaward in a gradual coquetry of foot-hills, broad low ranges, cross-systems, canons, little flats, and gentle ravines, inland dropped off almost sheer to the river below.And from under your very feet rose, range after range, tier after tier, rank after rank, in increasing crescendo of wonderful tinted mountains to the main crest of the Coast Ranges, the blue distance, the mightiness of California's western systems.The eye followed them up and up, and farther and farther, with the accumulating emotion of a wild rush on a toboggan.There came a point where the fact grew to be almost too big for the appreciation, just as beyond a certain point speed seems to become unbearable.It left you breathless, wonder-stricken, awed.You could do nothing but look, and look, and look again, tongue-tied by the impossibility of doing justice to what you felt.And in the far distance, finally, your soul, grown big in a moment, came to rest on the great precipices and pines of the greatest mountains of all, close under the sky.
In a little, after the change had come to you, a change definite and enduring, which left your inner processes forever different from what they had been, you turned sharp to the west and rode five miles along the knife-edge Ridge Trail to where Rattlesnake Canon led you down and back to your accustomed environment.
To the left as you rode you saw, far on the horizon, rising to the height of your eye, the mountains of the channel islands.Then the deep sapphire of the Pacific, fringed with the soft, unchanging white of the surf and the yellow of the shore.Then the town like a little map, and the lush greens of the wide meadows, the fruit-groves, the lesser ranges--all vivid, fertile, brilliant, and pulsating with vitality.
You filled your senses with it, steeped them in the beauty of it.And at once, by a mere turn of the eyes, from the almost crude insistence of the bright primary color of life, you faced the tenuous azures of distance, the delicate mauves and amethysts, the lilacs and saffrons of the arid country.
This was the wonder we never tired of seeing for ourselves, of showing to others.And often, academically, perhaps a little wistfully, as one talks of something to be dreamed of but never enjoyed, we spoke of how fine it would be to ride down into that land of mystery and enchantment, to penetrate one after another the canons dimly outlined in the shadows cast by the westering sun, to cross the mountains lying outspread in easy grasp of the eye, to gain the distant blue Ridge, and see with our own eyes what lay beyond.
For to its other attractions the prospect added that of impossibility, of unattainableness.These rides of ours were day rides.We had to get home by nightfall.
Our horses had to be fed, ourselves to be housed.
We had not time to continue on down the other side whither the trail led.At the very and literal brink of achievement we were forced to turn back.
Gradually the idea possessed us.We promised ourselves that some day we would explore.In our after-dinner smokes we spoke of it.Occasionally, from some hunter or forest-ranger, we gained little items of information, we learned the fascination of musical names--Mono Canon, Patrera Don Victor, Lloma Paloma, Patrera Madulce, Cuyamas, became familiar to us as syllables.We desired mightily to body them forth to ourselves as facts.The extent of our mental vision expanded.We heard of other mountains far beyond these farthest--mountains whose almost unexplored vastnesses contained great forests, mighty valleys, strong water-courses, beautiful hanging-meadows, deep canons of granite, eternal snows,--mountains so extended, so wonderful, that their secrets offered whole summers of solitary exploration.We came to feel their marvel, we came to respect the inferno of the Desert that hemmed them in.Shortly we graduated from the indefiniteness of railroad maps to the intricacies of geological survey charts.The fever was on us.We must go.
A dozen of us desired.Three of us went; and of the manner of our going, and what you must know who would do likewise, I shall try here to tell.
