Here the chaparral is green and flourishing.
We wind abruptly into a canon.

Bushes of wild lilac overhang the path.
The manzanita reminds one of lilies of the valley transplanted to California and growing on a bush.

Down to the torrent at the bottom of the canon, and up its steep side, are large pines and live-oaks, mountain mahogany and cedar.

Near the summit we wind along a precipice where the trail is blasted from the solid rock.

Even here, any one who is disposed to "look aloft" will see pine trees hanging over his head hundreds of feet above.
The summit is a forest of towering trees.