Beyond is Donner Peak (8135 feet) pointing out the location of Summit Valley, just to the left (west) where the trains of the Southern Pacific send up their smoke-puffs and clouds into the air.
At our feet is the Little American Valley, in which is the road, up the eastern portion of which we have so toilsomely climbed.

With a little pointing out it is possible to follow the route it followed on the balance of its steep and perilous way.

Crossing the valley beneath it zig-zagged over the bluff to the right, through the timber to the ridge between the North and Middle Forks, then down, down, by Last Chance to Michigan Bluff.

The reverent man instinctively thanks God that he is not compelled to drive a wagon, containing his household goods, as well as his wife and children, over such roads nowadays.
Just before making the descent we succeed in getting a suggestive glimpse of what is finely revealed on a clear day.

Slightly to the south of west is Mount Diablo, while northwards the Marysville Buttes, Lassen's rugged butte, and even stately Mt.