La Junta tribune., 1905-07-05
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The editor Of the great family
journal. whom some hard hearted
and Ill-informed people accuse of
never having performed an honest
days work in his life. took a vzca-
tion last week. and attended the
midsummer meeting Of the Colorado
State Editorial Association at Mon
trose. Accompanied by most of the
pencil pushers of the Arkansas
Valley. who were represented at the
meeting almost TO a man. We headed
west on the Santa Fe Sunday morn
ing. Arriving at Pueblo. the
gang" was transferred to the d.
& r. G.. and after experiencing the
sensations of gazing at the wonders
Of the Royal Gorge for the steenth
time were landed at Salida- Here
we enjoyed the hospitality of L.
Dubs. formerly of the Harvey
House of this city. who is now in
charge of the Monte Cristo Hotel at
that point for the ID. & K. G. For
the information of the Board of
Trade we will state that La Junta is
still a green spot in Mr.. Dubs'
memory and we think he could BE-
interested in hotel proposition in
this city if approached in the right
spirit.
Bright and early Monday morning
the pencil pushers climbed aboard
the narrow gauge department of the
ID. & K. G.. for trip over Marshall
pass. To most of the gang it was a
new experience. while TO Others il
was simply reminder of the trials
and tribulations of bygone days
We went over the pass. under differ
ent conditions. twenty-three years
ago. Some people say that the
charm Of mountain scenery is its in
finite variety. and that no view ever
seems the same in the endless play
of light and shadow We don't be-
lieve. however. that the mountains
have changed an iota in twenty
three years for a distance Of 800
miles west of Salida. We did not
notice a spear Of grass or a habita-
tion more than there was nearly a
quarter Of century ago. The
endless play of light and shadow"
racket may be all right looking
through the plate glass window Of a
Pullman palace car. but if you have
ever experienced the sensation of
being "ditched" in the mountains.
it's different 50 different.
You have probably read Of the
burning Of the snow sheds and the
tower" erected on the uppermost
pinnacle Of Marshall pass. Our
train was the last To pass through
the sheds and the passengers on the
train the last to go up into the
tower" and view the landscape
DER for miles around. From this it
Is natural to presume that the edi-
torial bunch was a very warm num-
ber. On the other side Of the pass
there are more rugged mountains
lifting their hoary heads into the
empyrean blue. while at their bases
flow swift running waters where
"speckled beauties" play hide and
seek amid the shadows. And speak
ing Of 'speckled beauties almost
every other man on the train was .
lone fisherman bound for the Gunni-
son country to ensnare some of the
aforesaid beauties. Fishing seems
to be great industry in that
country. The mountain scenery on
the other side of Marshall pass is
very much like that on this side.
Going down hill has it drawbacks,
however. You are sometimes too
busy wondering what would happen
il the airbrakes gave way to notice
whether there is any scenery or not.
The mountains are very much like
some women we have met pictur-
esque, romantic. beautiful to look
upon and filing one full Of un-
utterable things that's all. Az
a steady diet they are stale. fat.
and Improbable for all practical
purposes.
About 3 o'clock Monday after
noon we arrived at Montrose, our
destination. Montruse is about a.
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