Yerington times. [volume] (Yerington, Nev.) 1907-1932, 1908-06-13

visible below. bonner lake lies IN
beauty less than two miles distant. We
bid goodbye to the kind friends of the !
Summit and all get aboard. AS we
whirl downward our friends stand in the |
snowshed and watch us. We wonder |
why, but soon learn, for we find water |
running down the road and making holes |
and mud. Slow gear and the brake and
careful driving and we reach the other
side. Our friends wave their hats and
disappear into the blackness of the shed. |
We lie back and congratulate ourselves
and speed on, when OH rounding rocky
point, chug we are into snowdrift ten
feet deep. No shovels, no plank, no
friends and we look at each other. All
packages and tools are lifted out and we
look around for something; anything
that will make track. The front wheels
are upon the surface, but the hind ones
are buried deep One goes up another
down the road and the third uses the
jack. The result is one old railroad tie
and some short pieces of inch board.
These are placed beneath and again she
climbs slowly and carefully with a
watcher on either side. So obedient is
her motion that she seems to think, and
again we are on the summit of the drift,
and again plunge down to the road.
| Valises, guns. fishing tackle and tools
are carried across the drift and we are
off to Bonner, less than mile distant
The smoke and buzz in front indicate
sawn1ill, on nearing which we find new
hume across the road and impossible to
cross. The workmen are surprised to
see us and unable to aid us, so we take
to the woods and over old sawdust banks,
but they hold us up, and we come down
to the road in safety.
Bonner, the beautiful; and we had
planned to whip her surface, having
spent coin in preparing for the sport,
but delays make it necessary to run fast
by scenery SO charming and sport so
possible.
| Passing Truckee we had a road unsur-
passed, but again we took the left and
found ourselves butting into a sawmill,
way off the road. We supposed we
would go down the river. but we climb,
climb till we reach road makers camp
and are told that it is FIVE miles to Verdi.
Fortunately, these men have been over
part of the road and have done the work
we'll, and the FIVE miles is down grade.
Lamps are lighted in Verdi and the
roads are good to Reno. Weary, but
jubilant, we retire, feeling that Yering-
ton is almost in sight.
AS we drive from the garage the next
morning at six it is into a snowstorm,
which increases in violence as the time
passes. Blinded by the snow we miss
the way and find ourselves OH the road
to Virginia City, and upon inquiry we
are sent near way to Steamboat Springs.
This is private way and we find many
gates, and at one point we pass through
a mans barnyard, in which are two
horses. These take fright and break
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yard, but that still is too near the mon
ster, and they make another dash
through another fence into the meadow.
AS we pass out of the yard the owner
meets u.s. He has witnessed the action
of the horses and we expect a demand
for coin to repair damages and blow
up" but to our surprise he meets us
with a smile and saws: 1T is all right.
Long live his kind Steamboat is reach
ed, and we dismount and dry our cloth
ing and thaw us out. The storm does
not abate, and the dominic says: II
must preach in Yerirgton tomorrow,
boys" Again facing the storm and
ploughing through the mud and snow
till we draw up before the hotel in Car
son. Thawed out and good lunch, we
leave for Yerington, taking on gasoline
at Dayton, and making the last thirteen
miles in forty-five minutes.
Across the Sierras in an auto is one
experience of a lifetime worth the hav
ing. However, were we to make it
agairr we would wait till the snow had all
gone and the roads been repaired