Here the road runs for the most part close to the coast, and gives you a long succession of wild and strange views.

You pass Point Arena, where is another light-house; and finally land at Mendocino City.
Before the stage sets you down at Mendocino, or "Big River," you will have noticed that the coast-line is broken at frequent intervals by the mouths of small streams, and at the available points at the mouths of these streams saw-mills are placed.

This continues up the coast, wherever a river-mouth offers the slightest shelter to vessels loading; for the redwood forests line the coast up to and beyond Humboldt Bay.
When you leave the coast for the interior, you ride through mile after mile of redwood forest.

Unlike the firs of Oregon and Puget Sound, this tree does not occupy the whole land.

It rears its tall head from a jungle of laurel, madrone, oak, and other trees; and I doubt if so many as fifty large redwoods often stand upon a single acre.