camp, where a few nature lovers hide away from; the world every summer
and really "rough it." I caught there some of the finest mountain
trout I have even seen; I also saw a party of men bring in a very fine
deer one afternoon, a feat which caused quite a little excitement
among the guests.

This isolated spot cannot be reached by automobile, it being about
fifteen miles from the main road over a rugged mountain trail.

There is certainly everything to be wished for in the way of out-of-
door amusements in and near Reno. There besides motoring, riding,
fishing, hunting, swimming and dancing are the tennis courts and the
golf links. The Golf Club gives many interesting tournaments and is
one of the social centers in summer for the elite, as is the race
track where one may meet the world and its wife. The track is good and
the horses as fine as one can see anywhere, all of which helps to
render this sport most fascinating.

[Illustration: LOVER'S LEAP BLUE CANYON]

Talking of horses reminds me of one of my never-to-be-forgotten rides
to Laughton Springs. Those who have never seen a Nevada sunset, while
riding over the Sierras at the close of day, can have no conception of
its wondrous beauty. I will try to tell you about it.

We started one evening at a brisk canter over the swelling foot hills
along the Truckee River, whence we could see Mt. Rose lift its stately
head, clothed in royal robes of crimson and purple which half revealed
and half concealed its snow-capped peaks and pine-clad grandeur.