National Geographic : 1961 Jul
lized freedom from the Atlantic to the Pacific. And everywhere we had gloried in the lay of the American land, the land that was here before man, the land that patiently succors man and his plunderous ways: the Atlantic's coastal plain, the swelling Alleghenies, the prairies, the Rockies, plateaus and basins, the Sierra, and California's fecund valley. Now we threaded low passes through the Coast Ranges and saw Pacific tidewater as we crossed Carquinez Strait in a sudden shower. Instead of taking the San Francisco-Oak- KODACHROMEBY RALPH GRAY,NATIONALGEOGRAPHICSTAFF ( N.G.S. land Bay Bridge immediately, I drove through Berkeley to the crest of the Berkeley Hills, where we got out and looked down through rain-washed air. Our eyes sped across the brilliant whitecaps of San Francisco Bay to the towers and hills of the city; through Gold en Gate to the shining sea. We seemed at one with the pioneers and with the Maker of mountains and bays. We were proud that He had found men to match His mountains and tame His plains. Enlight ened by our trip, we felt more than ever privileged to call them kin.