The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1898-09-25
IIY FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF COLO
RADIO.
BY MRS. A. C. CRUCE.
In Four Letters.-ThIrd Letter.


to remain in this land of matchless
scenery and unrivaled climate, and
still so much to see. No time to
rest; we must hurry up or be left
behind, for the tourist with only a
short stay in Colorado and a still
shorter purse is like time and tide
in one respect-he waits for no
man" With his travelling coat in
one hand and his kodak in the
other. he takes advantage of every
excursion and goes everywhere.
He climbs the mountains with an
ardor that is worthy of a better
cause, and comes down with moth
ing to reward him for his pains
but pair of stiff legs and q mem
ory of gorgeous scenery, which is
quite sufficient, he thinks, if. his
damaged legs will only held out to
carry him through. The flower
excursion is next. in order So,
early on Thursday morning, we
boarded the Colorado Midland and
started on a journey full of beauty
and interest. Leaving Manitou,
we came to Green Mountain Falls,
a cosy country resort at the foot of
the mountains, with a lovely water
fall high up on the mountain side
above it. We pass Ute Park, and
far down below us is the Ute Pass
road, the road the Ute Indians
used to travel when coming down
from their mountain faStnesses to
drink of the healing waters of the
iron and soda springs. We passed
through eleven miles of granite
canon, by fields of wild flowers,
and my impressions of Colorado
that day were all of rocks and
flowers. The train stopped by
each field of flowers, and | remem-
ber no prettier sight than the bent
forms of men, women and children
all eagerly gathering the wild flow
ers-from which this particular ex-
cursiOn takes its name. Truly
Colorado is rich in resources for
the pleasureseeker. Here we got
our pictures taken again, for here,
as everywhere, was the Kodak
man and the kodak woman and the
kodak child taking snap shots"
and any other kind of shots -
just so he gets a picture. We
bought one for 80 cents. but. as
you can't tell where we begin and
the grass leaves off, it isn't worth
a copper. We got back at last,
dusty and half-famished, all carry
ing handfuls of faded wild flowers.
and as we looked at their poor
dropping heads, which refused to
be cOmforted, we thought of their
bright comrades, accidentally left
by the cruel vandals, in their ma
tive mountain soil, and thought
how sad it was that these. too,
might not have been left to bright
en- and cheer another day.
On Saturday is the excursion to
Royal Gorge. Three dollars the
round trip, and, as the bills an
nounce it is the finest scenery in
the world and the last excursion of
the season, the tourist looks at his
three dollars and thinks of the
treat in store for all those who
have money enough to pay the
fare. He stops to think twice this
time, and he buys very small
lunch and makes up his mind to
gorge" himself on scenery more
and sandwiches less, for his pock-
etbook is suffering from a disease
called lankness.' y peculiar to
pocketbooks in Colorado. The
party is composed mostly of law
yers and their families compared
with which the old church mouse
is in comfortable circumstances
and We start with more misgivings
but determined to enjoy it if we
have to be brought home on
stretchers.