Tuesday, September 26, 1769
To Salinas River, two miles south of King City.



Gaspar de Portolá
The 26th, we proceeded for four hours, skirting these mountains, and halted by a river where the inhabitants of a village of two hundred and twenty natives came to our camp besides those of another village that we met on the way, numbering two hundred.

Miguel Costansó
We travelled towards the northeast through the same canyon that we followed on the preceding day. The canyon gradually became narrower, and the rocky white hills which surrounded it join completely at its end, but a pass was left that was not at all difficult, by which one could descend to the bed of the river which the scouts believed to be the Carmelo. Here there was a slope of no great importance, very thickly covered with different bushes, among others some wild chestnuts, the fruit of which has a bitter taste. At the foot of the slope was a band of wandering Indians, which must have numbered more than two hundred souls. They had no houses, and lived in the open near a fallen oak tree. For this reason the place was named Ranchería del Palo Caido. These natives offered us a quantity of pine nuts and seeds. We remained a short time among them, and then passed on in order to make our camp on the bank of the river which most of us believed to be the Carmelo. The borders of this river are very thickly covered on both sides with willows, poplars, oaks, and other kinds of trees; and the whole plain that it waters is luxuriant of foliage. The soil seems to be of good quality, and produces a variety of fragrant plants, among others the rosemary, which abounded, the sage, and rosebushes loaded with blossoms. This day's march was of three leagues, and the camp, which we placed upon the plain adjoining the river, came to be known by the name of El Chocolate.

Fray Juan Crespi
At half-past seven in the morning we set out from camp, following the valley to the northeast; it gets narrower little by little, and the hills by which it is confined are very stony. At the end of the valley the hills come together, but they still allowed us passage, not at all difficult, to descend to another valley, the one in which the explorers thought they had a sight of the Carmelo River through the thick fog. We descended to it by an easy slope thickly grown with different sorts of bushes, among them one with a fruit which resembles wild chestnuts, but very bitter. At the foot of the declivity we found a village of wandering Indians numbering more than two hundred souls, who were camped beneath a fallen live oak. They gave us a quantity of seeds and pine nuts, to which we responded with some beads. We remained a while with them, and then went on with the intention of stopping on the banks of the river, which the explorers called El Carmelo. We traveled about three leagues, and pitched camp at a river whose banks are full of willows, cottonwoods, live oaks, and other trees. The whole plain is very verdant, and the earth is soft and mellow, producing a variety of fragrant plants, a great deal of rosemary, sage, and Castilian rosebushes which are loaded with roses. The day's march covered three leagues from the start. I named this place Valley or River of San Elziario; by the soldiers it is known as El Real del Chocolate.


September 25 To Upper Jolon Valley.
September 27 To Salinas River, near Metz.