It was loaded down with camping equipment until the wheels scarcely could be seen.

It carried five human occupants--an Iowa farmer and his family.

They had been out to California for a season.

Casually they had left Los Angeles, had traveled north up the valleys of California, east across the summit of the Sierras, and were here now bound for Iowa over the old emigrant trail! We hailed this new traveler on the old trail.

I do not know whether or not he had any idea of the early days of that great highway; I suspect that he could tell only of its present motoring possibilities.