The Canon City record with which is consolidated the Canon City cannon., 1912-05-30
BAKERS HAD
HARD Time
IN DESERT
Ludlow, Cal, May 10.


If we didn't know Mr. Garrett we
should unreservedly condemn al
Santa re officials. AS long as we were
dependent upon and within the reacn
of auto associations we were shown
every courtesy. But each time we
were forced to ask a favor (and we
paid heavily for everyone) the whole
machinery of the railroad was set in
motion to check us. We believed that
we would have to ship the car across
the Colorado river so paid the freight
in advance before any orders could
be given. Later we were told that the
car could not be loaded until midnigh.
and we would have to load and unload
also. 1t wasn't safe to leave the car,
so it meant staying up all night. The
people at the hotel told us that NJ
one shipped, but drove over the ra i
road bridge. After looking things over
We decided to spend the night at the
hotel and risk the bridge in the
morning. We notified the station man
at once. He regretted our decision as
he was forced to keep the money paid
in, it being contrary to regulations o
refund any charges. We hope he is en-
joying his outing" now. Soon after
we arrived we met Peter Michaelson
who wanted to be remembered tol
Canon City friends. <
Equipped with new tire sent out
to us from Phoenix, We climbed on to
the track at the station to follow it TO
the bridge. 1t was "quaky doings,"
but we bumped to safety high and dry
on the other side. The roads were
fendish, but this time the VS. were in
verted so the front wheels dropped
over before the rear wheels were up.
For two miles we took to the rails
again though we had to jump the car
off and on to the tracks. But this YVES
tame to the ride that followed. AT
Ward We were directed across a dry
salt lake in the region of the great
salt mines. At once we felt the tug
on the rear wheels that told us we
were sinking. We took our stiffsst
pace regardless of holes, for a three
mile chase to safety More bad roads
took us into Cadiz where we supposed
there were accommodations, but no
one had an extra bed. One member of
the party drank some water which
tasted good, but proved to be from q
stagnant cistern. Seventeen miles az
ter dark brought up to Amboy. :e
ment town. We were informed at
saloon, the only lighted place in the
town, that we could get meals. but ro
rooms. We went to the boarding
house but found no one, The newt
able small boy turned up to inform
us that the boarding house keeper
was at his house. We bribed him %
20 after her, only to receive the mess
age that she was not at home altar
six-thirty. But a personal interview
gained two cots for us in her pa
Ior," while the men housed them
selves in shed with dirt flooT.
They felt lucky to have bed with a
mattress and a comfort.
Nsy sth saw us on our way %
Ludlow. We have said that we love
the desert, but any romance in us
was sapped by the heat and dust and
the struggle of it all. Miles from any
Intercourse with anyone, we saw a
tiny tent, the battle ground OF poor
sonsumptiye. The road lay across
crater, SO had one advantage of being
hard. Our run of thirty-seyen miles
took US into Ludlow. A half dozen
cottonwoods looked like heaven to US,
and these added to rooms in a cement
building, an ice plant and electric
lights decided us to spend Sunday
here, before attempting the last
stretch of the desert