I went over from Vancouver to Victoria, and on the next day took boat for San Francisco. I had a dandy trip down and enjoyed it. I saw lots of whales, they being about 25 or 30 feet long.
I went to Almida, across the Bay from Frisco, where my cousin, Dan McDonald, lives. I felt at home there, and stayed a week, then went to see Malcolm, Dan's brother, who was living in Oakland and doing business there; also their sister Kate (Mrs. Boyce); also saw my nephews, Dan and Harry Nicolson, my sister Sibella's boys.
Bidding them all good bye, I came by boat to Los Angeles, stopped at Sanor's home. His wife is Christy, my sister. They have a lovely home on Maple Avenue. I met some relatives here, Kate Nicolson, my cousin, and some others. Sanor and I took in Pasadena and the ostrich ranch and all that was worth seeing, a splendid city and great climate. I stopped one week in Los Angeles.
Surely this will be my last trek from home. Many of the old familiar faces are missed, young as well as old. Uncle William McDonald and his dear old partner, Aunt Katie had both gone within a few days of each other, about a year before my return, having reached a good old age.