Did any ever taste quite so good as that drunk from an old dipper after a long warm drive?
The live-oaks and sycamores look too inviting to be resisted, and we get out to explore while the horses are resting.

Underneath the evergreen shade we pick up some of the large pointed acorns and carry them away as souvenirs.

This would be a delightful spot for a picnic, but we have many miles before us and must go on.

In a few more miles we reach a little town known as "Alpine." In the distance looms the Viejas, and if any of the party wish to travel over a grade, now is the opportunity.

The top of the grade brings us to a lovely view.