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210 A granite bowlful of cobalt-blue water transparent and unrippled.
yons, of which Yosemite is the most beautiful and most widely visited, are thought to be the result of violent earth cataclysms and subsequent erosion by ice and water. Sheer walls of granite thousands of feet high, that have been smoothed and polished by mighty rivers of ice, cannot help but impress one with the tremendous dynamic forces of nature. Continuing up through the foot-hills, the grass beside the road gradually becomes greener and flowing streams replace dry creek-beds. Tall, stately pines and sequoias begin to appear, and an exuberant vegetation supplants the dry, sparse growth of the lower country. For a distance of five or six miles the road follows along the top of a ridge fifteen hundred feet above the North Fork of the Tuolumne River, finally climbing over the divide and dropping down on the other side to the South Fork of the Stanislaus. This river is crossed at a small mountain settlement named Strawberry, and from this point there is a stiff climb to the top of the next ridge; but the view from the summit looking down two thousand feet into a deep granite gorge, with a tumbling stream at the bottom, well repays the effort of ascent. There is now a restful glide of three or four miles down to the Middle Fork of the Stanislaus, which is crossed at Brightman's Flat and whose banks are closely followed to one of those beautiful mountain garden spots known in this case as Kennedy's Meadows. This point is six thousand two hundred feet above sea-level and marks the beginning of the last climb to the summit of the pass. The grade rises very steeply and at the end of the first mile the river has been left almost a thousand feet below. The steepest pitch is, by measurement, twentyseven per cent at a point called the "Qde-Porka." This place is a narrow defile through the solid rock, a hundred feet in length, forty feet deep, and just wide enough to allow a machine to pass. With an underpowered machine '' Q-de-Porka'' would present serious difficulties. The scenery now becomes more rugged; the large trees begin to disappear and are replaced by gnarled and twisted specimens entirely lacking in the symmetry and rich foliage of their lower neighbors. The road leads steadily upward, and as one gazes at Motoring in the High Sierras 211 the serrated outline of the peaks towering above, it seems as though the road could go no farther and that it must momentarily come to an abrupt end against a granite wall. Just as this is about to happen, however, a narrow canyon opens up on one side and a steep rise half a mile in length brings the summit into view. The motorist is now above perpetual snow-line, and if it is early in the season snow-drifts may block the way. By the first or middle of July, however, the road has usually been opened to ordinary travel by the California State Highway Commission and may be relied upon as being in passable condition. A glorious run on high gear through beautiful alpine meadows, covered with succulent grass and spring wild flowers, brings one to the foot of the last ascent, which is rather abrupt but fortunately only a few hundred feet in length. On all sides rugged granite peaks rise into the impenetrable vault of hollow space above, and the silence and desolation of this inferno of rock and ice are broken only by the hum of the motor. As the last rise is surmounted at good speed on second gear, both hand and foot brakes are suddenly applied and the startled passenger in the tonneau is brought to his feet by the yawning chasm in front. The summit has been gained and the crest is so narrow that the water from the overflow of the grumbling radiator trickles away to the east while the rear wheels are still resting on the western slope. The scene that falls away under the traveller's feet is almost terrifying in its aspect and gives one the familiar sensation experienced in a rapidly descending elevator. The words of that genial and beloved mountaineer Clarence King are recalled and describe the view with the fidelity of the genius he possessed: "East the whole range fell in sharp, hurrying abruptness to the desert, where, ten thousand feet below, lay a vast expanse of arid plain intersected by low parallel ranges traced from north to south. Upon the one side a thousand sculptures of stone, hard, sharp, shattered by cold into infiniteness of fractures and rift, springing up, mutely severe, into the dark, austere blue of heaven; scarred and marked, except where snow and ice, spiked down by ragged granite bolts, shields with its pale armor these rough mountain shoulders,
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yons, of which Yosemite is the most beautiful<br />
and most widely visited, are thought<br />
to be the result of violent earth cataclysms<br />
and subsequent erosion by ice and<br />
water. Sheer walls of granite thousands<br />
of feet high, that have been smoothed and<br />
polished by mighty rivers of ice, cannot<br />
help but impress one with the tremendous<br />
dynamic forces of nature.<br />
Continuing up through the foot-hills,<br />
the grass beside the road gradually becomes<br />
greener and flowing streams replace<br />
dry creek-beds. Tall, stately pines and<br />
sequoias begin to appear, and an exuberant<br />
vegetation supplants the dry, sparse<br />
growth of the lower country. For a distance<br />
of five or six miles the road follows<br />
along the top of a ridge fifteen hundred<br />
feet above the North Fork of the Tuolumne<br />
River, finally climbing over the<br />
divide and dropping down on the other<br />
side to the South Fork of the Stanislaus.<br />
This river is crossed at a small mountain<br />
settlement named Strawberry, and from<br />
this point there is a stiff climb to the top<br />
of the next ridge; but the view from the<br />
summit looking down two thousand feet<br />
into a deep granite gorge, with a tumbling<br />
stream at the bottom, well repays the<br />
effort of ascent. There is now a restful<br />
glide of three or four miles down to the<br />
Middle Fork of the Stanislaus, which is<br />
crossed at Brightman's Flat and whose<br />
banks are closely followed to one of those<br />
beautiful mountain garden spots known<br />
in this case as Kennedy's Meadows.<br />
This point is six thousand two hundred<br />
feet above sea-level and marks the beginning<br />
of the last climb to the summit of the<br />
pass. The grade rises very steeply and at<br />
the end of the first mile the river has been<br />
left almost a thousand feet below. The<br />
steepest pitch is, by measurement, twentyseven<br />
per cent at a point called the "Qde-Porka."<br />
This place is a narrow defile<br />
through the solid rock, a hundred feet in<br />
length, forty feet deep, and just wide<br />
enough to allow a machine to pass. With<br />
an underpowered machine '' Q-de-Porka''<br />
would present serious difficulties.<br />
The scenery now becomes more rugged;<br />
the large trees begin to disappear and are<br />
replaced by gnarled and twisted specimens<br />
entirely lacking in the symmetry and rich<br />
foliage of their lower neighbors. The road<br />
leads steadily upward, and as one gazes at<br />
Motoring in the High Sierras 211<br />
the serrated outline of the peaks towering<br />
above, it seems as though the road could<br />
go no farther and that it must momentarily<br />
come to an abrupt end against a<br />
granite wall. Just as this is about to happen,<br />
however, a narrow canyon opens up<br />
on one side and a steep rise half a mile in<br />
length brings the summit into view. The<br />
motorist is now above perpetual snow-line,<br />
and if it is early in the season snow-drifts<br />
may block the way. By the first or middle<br />
of July, however, the road has usually<br />
been opened to ordinary travel by the<br />
California State Highway Commission<br />
and may be relied upon as being in passable<br />
condition. A glorious run on high<br />
gear through beautiful alpine meadows,<br />
covered with succulent grass and spring<br />
wild flowers, brings one to the foot of the<br />
last ascent, which is rather abrupt but fortunately<br />
only a few hundred feet in length.<br />
On all sides rugged granite peaks rise into<br />
the impenetrable vault of hollow space<br />
above, and the silence and desolation of<br />
this inferno of rock and ice are broken only<br />
by the hum of the motor. As the last rise<br />
is surmounted at good speed on second<br />
gear, both hand and foot brakes are suddenly<br />
applied and the startled passenger<br />
in the tonneau is brought to his feet by the<br />
yawning chasm in front. The summit has<br />
been gained and the crest is so narrow that<br />
the water from the overflow of the grumbling<br />
radiator trickles away to the east<br />
while the rear wheels are still resting on<br />
the western slope. The scene that falls<br />
away under the traveller's feet is almost<br />
terrifying in its aspect and gives one the<br />
familiar sensation experienced in a rapidly<br />
descending elevator. The words of that<br />
genial and beloved mountaineer Clarence<br />
King are recalled and describe the view<br />
with the fidelity of the genius he possessed:<br />
"East the whole range fell in sharp, hurrying<br />
abruptness to the desert, where, ten<br />
thousand feet below, lay a vast expanse<br />
of arid plain intersected by low parallel<br />
ranges traced from north to south. Upon<br />
the one side a thousand sculptures of<br />
stone, hard, sharp, shattered by cold into<br />
infiniteness of fractures and rift, springing<br />
up, mutely severe, into the dark, austere<br />
blue of heaven; scarred and marked, except<br />
where snow and ice, spiked down by<br />
ragged granite bolts, shields with its pale<br />
armor these rough mountain shoulders,