avored among the cities and the towns is Redlands, when in the heated period of midsummer one feels impelled to escape to the cool shades of mountain and glen. "From snow to roses in forty minutes" is not fiction in California. Here at Redlands we cannot escape from the maze of roses to the mountain snow belt in forty minutes for the simple reason that we have to depend upon horse and burro locomotion, instead of steam. But the snow on the mountains hereabout does not look as if it were more than forty minutes distant.

In two or three hours ride, however, in vehicles always obtainable in Redlands at very moderate charges, one can easily reach cool and pleasant mountain nooks by very good country roads. At these points the visitor can settle down in his own tent and enjoy life after the manner of the patriarchs, or he can board at comfortable public places, where prices are reasonable. If he is venturesome enough to essay the ascent of a lofty peak he will find ready the patient, but strong and sure-footed burro to land him where he will often see clouds rolling far below his level.

It is an easy journey from Redlands to the summit of Mount San Bernardino, more than two miles above the ocean. That summit is not far from the line of eternal snow, and of course the temperature is low, even in mid-summer. Intermediately between this excessive coolness and the plain are places where one may find almost any grade of temperature that he fancies, the change being dependent upon variations of altitude. And while enjoying the bracing and invigorating atmosphere, and inhaling the health-giving breath of the mountain pines, the visitor may feast his eyes on the glorious landscape stretched before him and reverently look "from nature up to nature's God."

(Source: Illustrated Redlands, 1897, p. 7)