Cloudy all day. Showery on mtns. to eastward at noon. Fine thunderstorm evening, with grand display of zigzag intensely vivid & very near with keen cracks [and] grand trailing rain ... Visited Elk ranch. About sixty old & young. Old bulls carry horns in noble style & grand airs. (John Muir)

Cloudy all day. Showery on mtns. to eastward at noon. Fine thunderstorm evening, with grand display of zigzag intensely vivid & very near with keen cracks [and] grand trailing rain ... Visited Elk ranch. About sixty old & young. Old bulls carry horns in noble style & grand airs.

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