Cape Horn, San Mateo county
Leaving San Mateo, a drive of five miles, over a pleasant and romantic road, brings the traveller to Crystal Springs. Tbe road ia liaed on either side, and even extending far back towards the foothills, with dense ahrubbery, and varieties of beautiful native trwea, tucb at the laurel, oak, sycamore, bay, and grove* of tbe beautiful ceanotbua, witb iv delicate blue flowers; the green turf it covered with patches of wiid flowers of every hue and variety, their eweet odor filling tbe air, while tbe warbling of feainered songtten makes, sweet music to tbe ear.
A few miles further on and you come to Barns' (tore, a temporary stopping place. From this point you commence to ascend the mountain, and tbe weather becomes a little cooler, til! you reach "Cape Horn," an extreme point of the mountain, where the wind blows at time* with great violence —from which circumstance, and the peculiar locality, the iiame ie derived. The change in the temperature is a moct grateful relief from the heat and lust in the earlier part of the trip. From thi« point the scenery ie grandly beautiful, and fills tbe beholder with wonder aud awe. I may be pardoned, perhap*, if I paute a moment and briefly describe it. Tbe ttage road winds up, around and down the mountain, in a serpentine course — the ride and tbe sight are worth tbe trouble of tbe whole journey. On one tide it a frightful looking precipice, down wbich tbe eye can wander for feveral hundred feet, enough to make one giddy-beaded; on the other side the mountain rite* to a vast elevation, tbe gidt* covered with a coat of emerald green to the summit, about wbich are peejil&f myriads of wild flowers of erery variety,
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