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Identifier: westernfield719051906olym (find matches)
Title: Western field
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protective Associations
Subjects: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protectice Associations Sports
Publisher: San Francisco
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: San Francisco Public Library

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ame thing, he hoots at herin scorn, and with evident faith in his spe-cial providence tells her that girls nevercould do it in the world. However, they have been known to makethe trip without the aid of a man-driver ora man-camper. Not long ago it was mygood fortune to be one of such a party. Therewere four of us, each one eager to see Yo-semite. and each one willing to act the partof a heroine, if necessary, in order to do so.When the subject was broached to familiesand friends, and the chosen route over theBig Oak Flat road was announced, it was.of course, tabooed. All the difficulties ofmountain travel were held up before us—sick horses, dished wheels, lost roads, traT-eling after dark in order to make a goodcamp, robbers, wild animals and rattle-snakes. Stories were told us of terrible ac-cidents that had happened on narrow moun-tain roads where there had not been roomfor conveyances to pass each other. And,even if we escaped these horrors, there was THF, PACIFIC COAST \lAaA7AKE
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UOli i\i:sTi:u\ HELD the inevitable Cascade Grade that was abugbear even to experienced drivers. Sucha trip would be foolhardy, to say the least,but foolhardy we were resolved to be, if ouradvisors so chose to call it. The one member of our party who hadbeen to Yosemits before didnt rememberhaving had any such experiences, and secretassurances were exchanged that these werebut foolish fancies, and would happenwhether or not a man was along. The Cas-cade Grade really was not as steep as theroof of a house, nor was it like drivingstraight over a precipice—in fact, she reallycouldnt remember where the Cascade Gradewas or what it looked like. So our dreamsremained uudisturljed by visions of mangledcorpses, and we continued with our preparations for the trip. As our plans proceeded, offers of driverscame pouring in. All sorts and conditionsof men applied. There were men—youii.i;and old—the boy who wasnt afraid ofhorses or mountain roads, and would go forthe fun of it; sentimental bac

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