The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-08-26
lny Hurry Omar Scott !

Of two miles an hour that brought a
smile 10 their iaces--a man with
q staff leading q bnrfo and an
other man with CAD In his hand fol-
lowing and doing his best to maintain
the regulation speed The lading OF
the burro may be best described In
the language OF surprised South
Canadian maiden who said What do
you think they did to the little animal?
They loaded hila to the bows and then
they tied the coaking stove on ton
Sucn was our start on a hundred
and thirty-fiye mile tramp through
the heart of the Rockies. We wended
our way across the plains and strik-
ing the foot hills climbed Red noun
tain and then dropped down into Ly.
ons on the ST. Vrain. Here belated
partner joined lis having same in on
the train by way OF Longmont. A
gang of Japs who were laying con-
crete tile for the Longmont water
works seemed TO worry one oil our
party. He frequently referred to them
Probably had visions OF the yellow
peril. Along in the wee small hours
OF the night he yelled out at the top
OF his voice Get out OF here," He
Insisted that something darkened the
opening between the wagon sheet aud
tree II took considerable time to
convince him that he had the night
mare Moral-)o not work yourself
into frenzy OF fear With refer9lce
to people Who have all they can do 20
lake care OF themselves
On our second day we travelled up
dry canon for ten miles without finG-
ing a drop OF water, but at last came
TO ranch house and an elegant
spring. a cultured woman greeted
US with the declaration that she was
delighted to see somebody She called
out the children 10 speak TO us, and
wanted TO make IFS tea and give us
coolies. The family spend four
months each year on the ranch and for
weeks never catch sight of a human
being. In the dry canon we saw a
lattlesnake run across the road and
IN his eagerness to get chance to
Kill II one Of the party stepped on
another rattlesnake. Two OF our nun
ber being ministers we dare not say
how high or how far ne jumped, after
the lapse OF an hour he was convinced
that he had not been bitten.
We crossed another high hill, and
went down the old Qnillan fish trail
into the Big Thompson canon where
We spent the night. The trail varied
from an inclination OF thirty degrees
to forty five degrees and was so crowc
ed with mountain mapies and alders
that frequently leader and burro
would suddenly drop out OF the sight
Of the driver. We were frequently
walked up by chipmunks running over
our faces. In this connection we
might add that one night By Monarch
lake in Middle Park we thought II was
raining. but found the patter on our
wagon sneet tent to be only the pat
ter OF the chipmuuks' feet. The Big
thompson canon is one OF the most
beautiful spots In the world The high
rock walls. the pines and the roar
Ing stream make II an ideal place.
The finest automobiie ROAD We naye
ever seen runs up IL from Loveiand 10
Estes Park. the grade Is even and
Ntt Aist' r. - 40 oh0QAI ar Il liNhl. iHt
Stanley steamers and numerous olher
machines go BARKING up and down II
all day long. While the chauffeurs
were driving the latest inventions OF
men and We were using the most
primative means CT locomotion and
transportation. All had pleasant
worGs for us and ore automobile par
" stopped AID photographed us
We spent Sunday in the west end
of Estes Park on Aunt Ruth Cassidays
ranch and struck out early Monday
morning for the Fiat Tops on our way
over the range to Grand lake in Mid.
die park. We climbed and climbed
and thought we We're about up. And
then climbed anu climbed aud
thought ine same thing only to re-
peat the process. We were reminded
OF an old Switzer who tried to impress
upcu US the awful height Of The Alps
he knew only three English words
up and two cnss words, and he
kept up his description five minutes
At last we reached the summit and
a. we turned 20 look back our very
souls b.'eathed the sentiment OF John
Muir Climb. climb, If you would sec
the glory Estes park spreads on,
before US in grand panorama. We
could trace the winding canon Of the
Big Thompson, and gorge for a hun
dred miles oyer the distant plain
Everything was beneath us except
Lang's peak whose dome lowered two
thousand feet still higher into the air
We were reluctant TO take last look
put we must find camping place
for the night below timber lae. and
The majestic sweep of the Grand river
valley stretches ont before US Range
after range OF mountains rose Oh the
horizon until some peaks of far oil
IftS1 presented themselves we
trusged along on the Flat Tops for
a couple OF miles and then men. bur
ro and all went down a zig-zag stair.
way a thousand feet into the pines
The slope was a nearly perpendicular
as earth can lie.
The next day at noon we reached
Grand Ske where we rested awhile
end hunted up Judge and Mrs Bur-
ford. -
The tramp down the Grand river
and up the South Fork to Monarch
lake was hot, dusty and monotonous
AZ the lake we tried our hand at
fishing. None Of the other anglers
were very successful that morning
and we had no better luck. Some
neignboring campers added to our