Monday, September 4, 1769
To Price Canyon, north of Pismo Beach.

Gaspar de Portol√°
The 4th, we proceeded for four hours, the greater part of the road was good; the remainder, close to the seashore, was over great sand dunes. It was necessary to go around the many marshes and lagoons, which gave us much labor. We halted at a place having much water and pasture, where there came to our camp the inhabitants of a village of about forty natives without counting others who were in the neighborhood. Here we found ourselves at the foot of the Sierra de Santa Lucia. We observed that the villages have a small number of inhabitants and that these do not live in regular houses as do the Indians on the channel, but they are more docile.

Miguel Costansó
In order to avoid the marshes of the plain and the estuaries that reach to the foot of the mountain range, we directed our course to the west over the sand-dunes; these we crossed at the narrowest point half a league only discovered by the scouts. We then descended to the beach, and proceeded along it for about a league to the north-northwest. Turning to the east, we again went inland, crossing the sand dunes at another narrow place of half a league. We afterwards reached firm ground on a tongue of land between two bodies of water. To the right, there was a pond of fresh water, which the sand-dunes dammed up, and kept from emptying into the sea. To the left, an estuary extended into the plain; we rounded it, travelling towards the north-northeast. We afterwards took a course to the north and entered the range through a pass, or canyon, covered with live-oaks, alders, willows, and other trees. In the same canyon we pitched our camp on the bank of a stream covered with watercress. On this day's march we traveled four leagues. On the whole road we came upon only one small and wretched Indian village. This part of the country is practically uninhabited. The Indians of this village, which was only a short distance from our quarters, came in the afternoon to visit us; they brought presents of seeds and some fish, and offered them to us. Their cacique had a large deformity, consisting of a tumor that hung from his neck. The soldiers, when they saw it, gave him the nickname of Buchon, and this name likewise stuck to his village and to the entire place.

Fray Juan Crespi
At half-past six in the morning we set out to the west over sand dunes, which we crossed in the narrowest part discovered by the explorers, only half a league wide. We then struck the beach, and traveled along it a matter of one league to the northwest; from there we went inland again, turning to the east and crossing the dunes by another narrow place, half a league wide. We were then fortunate enough to travel on solid ground on a tongue between two bodies of water. At the right we had a lagoon of fresh water which was walled in by the dunes and prevented from emptying into the sea; on the left we had an estuary which penetrated into the plain. We rounded it by turning to the northwest; then we took the road to the north and entered the mountains through a valley grown with live oaks, alders, willows, and other trees, and halted to make camp in the same valley, near an arroyo of running water covered with watercress. On the whole march, which covered four leagues, we only found one very small town. Near the camping place we found a village, whose people immediately came to visit us, bringing their present of fish and seeds, for which we thanked them, the commander reciprocating with some beads. The chief of that village has a large goitre which hangs from his neck. On account of this the soldiers named him El Buchon, which name he and the village retained. I named the place" San Ladislao, so that this saint may be its patron and protector for its conversion. We observed among these people what we had not seen among any others, namely, that as soon as we arrived the women spread out some mats, and after scattering on them many seeds, told us to be seated. We did so, and these poor creatures remained with us just as though they had always known us. I observed the latitude and found it to be thirty-five degrees and twenty-eight minutes.

September 3 Day two at Oso Flaco Lake.
September 5 To Gragg Canyon.