Warner’s Ranch.

We now began our descent to Warner’s Ranch.  It was gradual enough for some distance, and the road and trees were as charming as any human being could desire.  Finally we came out onto a point overlooking the ranch.  The view was simply entrancing.  Imagine a vast amphitheater of 57,000 acres, surrounded by hills, dotted here and there with lakes, with streams of water like threads of burnished silver glittering in the evening light, softened by the clouds hanging over the San Luis Rey River.  There were no clouds on the ranch; they stopped abruptly at the southwest corner.  This vast meadow was an emerald green, studded with brilliant colored flowers.  Vast herds of cattle were peacefully completing their evening meal.  The road down to the ranch follows a ridge, which is so steep that no machine has ever been able to ascend it.  I held my breath and trusted to the good old car that has done so much for my comfort, safety and amusement.  We were all glad when the bottom was reached.  We forded the river and whirled away to Warner’s Hot Springs, over good meadow roads, arriving there before 7 o’clock p. m.

Some day these springs are going to be appreciated.  Now only hardy travelers, as a rule, go there.  Their medicinal qualities will in time be realized, and the people of Southern California will find that they have a Carlsbad within a short distance of Los Angeles, in San Diego County.  We slept the sleep of the tired, weary tourist that night.

Hot Baths.

The following day we passed in bathing in the hot mineral waters, sightseeing and driving around the valley.

Saturday morning at 7:30 o’clock we bade adieu to Mr. and Mrs. Stanford and left the ranch by way of the Rancho Santa Isabel.  The rain god must have been particularly partial to this beautiful ranch this season.  Nowhere on our trip did we see such a splendid growth of grass and flowers, such happy looking livestock, such an air of plenty and prosperity as we did here.  Leaving the ranch at the Santa Isabel store, we took the Julian road, which place we reached after a few hours’ riding over winding roads good to travel on, and through scenery which was a constant source of enjoyment.  Julian is one of the early settlements of San Diego County.  Mining has been carried on there with varying successes and disappointments these many years.  Now apple raising is its great industry.  The hillsides are given over to apple culture.

The trees are now laden with blossoms.  As we topped a hill or crossed a divide before beginning an ascent or descent, the view backward of the apple orchards, peeping up over slight elevations in the clearings, was extremely beautiful.  Leaving Julian, we whirled along over splendid roads through a rolling country, given over to fruit farming, stock raising and pasturage.  We next reached Cuyamaca and visited the dam of that name, which impounds the winter rains for the San Diego Flume Company.  The country around the lake showed a deficiency of rainfall.