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Tactical LED Flashlight
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Tue Aug 16 12:12:05 2016
Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2016 10:25:06 -0400
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<p>Tactical LED Flashlight<br /> Come, you men and women automobilists, =
get off the paved streets of Los Angeles and betake yourselves to the back =
country of San Diego county, where you can enjoy automobile life to the utm=
ost during the summer. There drink in the pure air of the mountains, perfum=
ed with the breath of pines and cedars, the wild lilacs, the sweet-pea vine=
s, and a thousand aromatic shrubs and plants that render every hillside eve=
r green from base to summit. Lay aside the follies of social conditions, an=
d get back to nature, pure and unadorned, except with nature's charms and g=
races. To get in touch with these conditions, take your machines as best yo=
u can over any of the miserable roads, or rather apologies for roads, until=
you get out into the highway recently constructed from Basset to Pomona. R=
un into Pomona to Gary avenue, turn to the right and follow it to the Chino=
ranch; follow the winding roads, circling to the Chino hills, to Rincon, t=
hen on, over fairly good roads, to Corona. Pass through that city, then dow=
n the beautiful Temescal Canyon to Elsinore. Move on through Murrietta to T=
emecula. Three Routes. Beyond Temecula three routes are open to you. By one=
of them you keep to the left, over winding roads full of interest and beau=
ty, through a great oak grove at the eastern base of Mt. Palomar. Still pro=
ceeding through a forest of scattering oaks, you presently reach Warner's r=
anch through a gate. Be sure and close all gates opened by you. Only vandal=
s leave gates open when they should be closed. Warner's ranch is a vast mea=
dow, mostly level, but sloping from northeast to southwest, with rolling hi=
lls and sunken valleys around its eastern edge. A chain of mountains, steep=
and timber laden, almost encircles the ranch. For a boundary mark on the n=
ortheastern side of the ranch, are steep, rocky and forbidding looking moun=
tains. Beyond them, the desert. The ranch comprises some 57,000 acres, near=
ly all valley land. It is well watered, filled with lakes, springs, meadows=
and running streams, all draining to its lowest point, and forming the hea=
d waters of the San Luis Rey River. You follow the road by which you enter =
the ranch, to the left, and in a few miles' travel you bring up at Warner's=
Hot Springs, a resort famed for many years for the curative properties of =
its waters. The springs are now in charge of Mr. and Mrs. Stanford, and are=
kept in an admirable manner, considering all of the difficulties they labo=
r under. The run from Los Angeles to the springs is about 140 miles, and ca=
n be made easily in a day. Once there, the choice of many interesting trips=
is open to you. Past Temecula. After leaving Temecula, another road much f=
requented by the autoists is the right hand road by the Red Mountain grade =
to Fallbrook, either to Del Mar, by way of Oceanside, or into the Escondido=
Valley by way of Bonsal, Vista and San Marcos. The third route, the center=
one between those I have described, leads to Pala. With a party of five in=
a six-cylinder Franklin car, I went over the latter route on April 20th, 1=
911. Every inch of the road was full of interest. We passed through Pala, w=
ith its ancient mission of that name, and its horde of Indian inhabitants. =
The children of the Indian school were having a recess, and they carried on=
just about in the same manner that so many "pale-faced" children=
would. Leaving Pala, we followed the main road along the left bank of the =
San Luis Rey River--where the San Diego Highway Commission is now doing wor=
k, which will, when finished, bring one to Warner's ranch by an easy grade-=
-until we had gotten a few miles into the Pauma rancho. We crossed the Paum=
a Creek, and some distance beyond it we left the river to our right, turned=
sharply to the left, and ran up to the base of Smith's, or Palomar Mountai=
n. Then came the grade up the mountain. If you are not stout-hearted, and h=
aven't a powerful machine, avoid this beautiful drive. If you are not drivi=
ng an air-cooled car, carry extra water with you. You will need it before y=
ou reach the top. The road is a narrow zigzag, making an ascent of 4000 fee=
t in a distance of from ten to twelve miles of switch-backing around the fa=
ce of a steep rock-ribbed mountain. To add to its difficulties, the turns a=
re so short that a long car is compelled to back up to negotiate them. Abou=
t an hour and a quarter is required to make the trip up the mountain. We di=
d all of it on low gear. When the top is finally reached, the view of the s=
urrounding country is simply beyond description. Belated Spring. The mounta=
in oaks of great size and broad of bough, were not yet fully in leaf. Pines=
and cedars, and to my astonishment, many large sycamores, were mingled wit=
h the oaks. A gladsome crop of luscious grasses covered the earth. Shrubs a=
nd plants were bursting into bloom. As we moved on we saw several wild pige=
ons in graceful flight among the trees. After traveling the backbone of the=
mountain for some distance we came to a dimly marked trail, leading to the=
left. The "Major Domo" of our party said that this road led to D=
oane's Valley, and that we must go down it. It was a straight up and down r=
oad, with exceedingly abrupt pitches, in places damp and slippery, and cove=
red with fallen leaves. At the bottom of the descent, which it would have b=
een impossible to retrace, we came to a small stream. Directly in the only =
place where we could have crossed it a log stuck up, which rendered passage=
impossible. After a deal of prodding and hauling, we dislodged it and safe=
ly made the ford. Doane's Valley is one of those beauty spots which abound =
in the mountains of California. Its floor is a beautiful meadow, in which a=
re innumerable springs. Surrounding this meadow is heavy timber, oaks, pine=
s and giant cedars. Pauma Creek flows out of this meadow through a narrow g=
orge, which nature evidently intended should some day be closed with a dam =
to make of the valley a reservoir to conserve the winter waters. We followe=
d a partially destroyed road through the meadow to its upper end. Then as h=
igh and dry land was within sight we attempted to cross a small, damp, but =
uncertain looking waterway. Wheels Stuck. The front wheels passed safely, b=
ut when the rear wheels struck it they went into the mud until springs and =
axles rested on the ground. Two full hours we labored before we left that m=
ud hole. We gathered up timbers and old bridge material, then jacked up one=
wheel a little way, and got something under it to hold it there. The other=
side was treated the same way. By repeating the operation many times we go=
t the wheels high enough to run some timbers crosswise beneath them. We put=
other timbers in front and pulled out. We soon reached Bailey's Hotel, a s=
ummer resort of considerable popularity. We continued up the grade until we=
came onto the main road left by us when we descended into Doane's Valley. =
We got up many more pigeons, graceful birds, which the Legislature of our S=
tate should protect before they are exterminated. We moved on through heavi=
ly timber-covered hills, up and down grade, and finally came out on the sou=
th side of the mountain overlooking the canyon, some 5000 feet deep, at the=
bottom of which ran the San Luis Rey River. What would have been a most be=
autiful scene was marred by a fog which had drifted up the canyon. But the =
cloud effect was marvelous. We were above the clouds. A more perfect sky no=
human being ever saw. The clouds, or fog banks, were so heavy that it look=
ed as if we could have walked off into them. I never saw similar cloud effe=
cts anywhere else except from Mt. Lowe, near Los Angeles, and Mt. Tamalpais=
, in Marin County. Warner's Ranch. We now began our descent to Warner's Ran=
ch. 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 amph=
itheater of 57,000 acres, surrounded by hills, dotted here and there with l=
akes, with streams of water like threads of burnished silver glittering in =
the evening light, softened by the clouds hanging over the San Luis Rey Riv=
er. There were no clouds on the ranch; they stopped abruptly at the southwe=
st corner. This vast meadow was an emerald green, studded with brilliant co=
lored flowers. Vast herds of cattle were peacefully completing their evenin=
g 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 amusemen=
t. We were all glad when the bottom was reached. We forded the river and wh=
irled 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 wi=
ll in time be realized, and the people of Southern California will find tha=
t 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 Bat=
hs. The following day we passed in bathing in the hot mineral waters, sight=
seeing and driving around the valley. Saturday morning at 7:30 o'clock we b=
ade 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 beau=
tiful ranch this season. Nowhere on our trip did we see such a splendid gro=
wth of grass and flowers, such happy looking livestock, such an air of plen=
ty and prosperity as we did here. Leaving the ranch at the Santa Isabel sto=
re, we took the Julian road, which place we reached after a few hours' ridi=
ng over winding roads good to travel on, and through scenery which was a co=
nstant source of enjoyment. Julian is one of the early settlements of San D=
iego County. Mining has been carried on there with varying successes and di=
sappointments these many years. Now apple raising is its great industry. Th=
e hillsides are given over to apple culture. The trees are now laden with b=
lossoms. 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 sligh=
t 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 vi=
sited the dam of that name, which impounds the winter rains for the San Die=
go Flume Company. The country around the lake showed a deficiency of rainfa=
ll. The lake was far from full. We took our lunch at the clubhouse near the=
dam. After resting in the shade of the friendly oaks we then pursued our j=
ourney to Descanso. We passed through Alpine and finally entered the El Caj=
on Valley, famed far and wide for its muscatel grapes, which seem especiall=
y adapted to its dark red soil. The vines were in early leaf, and not as pl=
easing to the eye as they will be when in full bloom. Then came Bostonia, a=
comparatively new settlement, Rosamond, La Mesa, and finally we whirled of=
f on a splendid road, through an unsettled country overgrown with sage and =
shrubs, to Del Mar. The sky was overcast all the afternoon. A stiff ocean b=
reeze blew inland, cool and refreshing. The entire day had been spent amid =
scenes of rare beauty. The wild flowers are not yet out in profusion, but e=
nough were there to give the traveler an idea of what can be expected in fl=
oral offerings later in the season. It was early Spring wherever the elevat=
ion was 3500 feet or better. The oaks were not yet in leaf, the sycamores j=
ust out in their new spring dresses, the wild pea blossoms just beginning t=
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