North Fork Lewis Creek, San Benito Co. See p. 40 ante.
Somewhere up on North Fork Lewis Creek (cont. from p. 40 ante) we stopped at a settlement to inquire our way across the mountains. We were to work over a ridge that separates N. Fork Lewis Creek from San Benito River canyon. At this settlement was a hall. There had been a dance there the night before and for the dancers a barbecue of beef had been prepared. In that cattle country they naturally selected a very fat steer. Quantities of this sliced beef, left over from the previous nights festivities, were on a bench in the hall. We found two men there. One a steady balanced fairly young farmer who talked to us sensibly and soberly. At heart he had a hospitable spirit and invited us as travelers to eat of the barbecue. The other chap was a little younger, was snippish or smart-aleck in his remarks and seemed to resent that we ate. But both of us ate of the good meat. It seemed to me I had never before in all my life tasted such rich fine-grained beef. Of course we were traveling horseback in the open air and had a good appetite; but I have had a good appetite on many other occasions without in the least remembering the food.-May 2, 1932.
May 13, 1907
On upper Waltham Creek we had a most beautiful camp in a wooded valley, on a neck of land where two streams met. It was grassy and clean, and the wooded hills rose. Our next camp was even more delightful; a tiny grassy meadowlet with a musical brook in the mountains between Priest Valley (i.e. North Fork Lewis Creek) and the New Idria Road; it was alive with wildflowers; the oaks were in fresh leaf; and picturesque pointed rocks rose in wild array up the canyon. Our next camp on the headwaters of the east fork San Benito at about 4000 ft. was a good deal like Mineral King at 8000 ft. The next camp was in the weirdly dreary San Carlos Foothills, the extraordinary group of gullied and wrinkled reddish brown mts [mountains]