Aug. 2nd, 1896 Left San Francisco Sunday morning at 9.30. Weather fine Brisk breeze outside the head. Swell, not heavy, but a little heaving goes a long way with steady land people, pressing the pit of the stomach and clouding the countenance with dark, deep solemnity and giving many a breakfast to the sea. The pale ones vanish in flocks to their bunks, not to appear again until the calm water of the straits of Fucca is reached on the third day out, while many a vow is being made, Never, never to dare the deep again. Until Pt. Reyes is reached, we keep near the shore so that the wave beaten bluffs are well seen. Many isolated rock piles, whitened by gulls and auks and in a few places on the tops of hills, a mile or two back, the storm bent edge of the Sequoia forest is seen, and nearer in the ravines, as if eager to creep down to the roaring breakers. A bank of cumulous cloud capp the farthest hills, marking the line of warmer air of the land. To-day, we were never out of sight of land. Forest plainly visible, but
Original journal dimensions: 9 x 15 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
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