The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 65, July 1961 - April, 1962 Page: 386
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
Southwestern Historical Quarterly
The other canyon is wide and it was easy going after we struck the
road. There is a tank some distance up and considerably further along
a cement trough with the water from a spring piped into it. We
might have left our canteens at home if we had known how much
water we should find everywhere, but it is not usually safe to be with-
out a canteen in this country.
We finally lost the trail and, as we had no idea which was Mt. Liver-
more, aimed for the most attractive looking mountain. We certainly
did some climbing, and Carey with the two canteens must have had
a hard time. We went up a very steep long slope, then around the
top of that small mountain, only to find ourselves cut off from the
next mountain, the one with high rock bluffs topping it, by deep
ravines. We made our way partly around the canyons then crossed
them where they were not so very deep.
Of course, there are no trails in these mountains, but what makes
them so hard to climb is the fact that long grass and shrubby plants
cover the rocks and loose stones in many places so that one is very
much impeded and beside cannot tell where he going to put his
foot. The tales one hears of rattlesnakes on rocky slopes are a little
disturbing too. We were tired enough to rest several times. Really
we could not have finished that climb without. We reached the base
of the first rock bluff and found ourselves quite able to walk along
on the level. We climbed a little more, reached another bluff, to
discover that we could go no further. Back of us was a cliff several
hundred feet high, almost if not quite perpendicular, below, which
continued into the bald rock top of the mountain. This bluff is
broken more or less in places that look easy to climb. Botanically,
it was quite different from anything else I have seen. It was beau-
tifully painted with orange, yellow, and gray lichens, and decorated
in every crevice with very many plants, ferns, selaginellas, liverworts,
beside more hardy crevice plants. Pine trees appear in some of the
more broken portions as apparent crevice plants. The talus slope
at the base was a tangle of grapevines, wild tobacco (?) mentzelia,
composites of various kinds that concealed the rocks and made passage
difficult. We found the best place we could and sat down on a narrow
ledge, our backs to the bluff, and ate our dinner. The view before
us was certainly magnificent-the foothills in the foreground, with
our canyons winding out through rolling green hills to the plains
beyond. There was space; wide, brown, hazy, spotted with the shadows
of the clouds, the plain lay before us, stretching out miles and
miles to the mountains, which like gray clouds skirted the horizon.
After lunch, Carey found a place under a clump of Quercus
hypoleuca and began to do math problems. I started collecting. As
I passed around the clump of trees climbing from rock to rock, there
Here’s what’s next.
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Periodical.
Texas State Historical Association. The Southwestern Historical Quarterly, Volume 65, July 1961 - April, 1962, periodical, 1962; Austin, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth101195/m1/442/: accessed September 21, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Texas State Historical Association.