Then, winding in and out of the canyon through a foothill country, we made steady progress until we reached the main road from Raymond to Wawona.  The grade was uphill all the time.  We left the lumbering camp known as Sugar Pine to our right.  The lumber interests have made a sad spectacle of miles and miles of country, recently heavily forested.  There seems to be no idea in the lumberman’s mind of saving the young growth when cutting the larger timber.  All the young growth is broken down and destroyed, and finally burned up with the brush and wreckage of the larger trees, leaving the mountain side scarred and blackened, and so lye-soaked that immediate growth of even brush or chaparral is impossible.  We passed through Fish Camp, and in a short time came to the toll-gate at which point the road to the Mariposa Grove of big trees branches off.

Wawona.

The rest of the run to Wawona was all downhill, through heavy timber, over a good but dusty road.  We reached the hotel in time for lunch.  That afternoon, with Mr. Washburn, we took a drive of some miles around the Big Meadows, near the hotel, went up the river and took in all points of interest in the neighborhood.  Wawona Hotel is pleasantly located.  It is an ideal place to rest.  There inertia creeps into the system.  You avoid all unnecessary exercise.  You are ever ready to drop into a chair, to listen to the wind sighing through the trees, to hear the river singing its never ending song, to watch the robins and the black birds and the orioles come and go, and observe the never-ending coming and going of guests.  Some are just arriving from the San Joaquin valley, some are departing to it, or coming home or going to the Yosemite, or starting off or coming from the Big Trees or Signal Peak.  You eat and sleep and forget the cares of life, forget its troubles, and smelling the incense of the pines, sleep comes to you the moment your head touches your pillow and lasts unbrokenly until breakfast-time the next day.

Los Angeles People Known Everywhere.

We took passage on a stage-coach next morning for the Wawona big trees.  The trip is one ever to be remembered.  The road winds around over the mountains, always ascending, for about eight miles.  The great trees are scattered over quite an expanse of territory.  A technical description of them would be out of place here.  To realize their size and majesty you must see them.  Many are named after prominent men of the nations, and after various cities and states of the Union.  I was glad to see the names of Los Angeles and Pasadena on two magnificent specimens.  We drove through the trunk of a standing tree, and present herewith a picture of the feat.  The gentleman on the left on the rear seat is a Mr. Isham, and the lady and gentleman on the same seat are a Mr. and Mrs. Risley, just returned from a trip around the world.  They are from the same city in the east as Dr. and Mrs. W. Jarvis Barlow, and Mrs. Alfred Solano of this city, to whom they desired to be warmly remembered.  Go where you will, you meet someone who knows someone in Los Angeles.