The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-08-28
HAWKES. TELLS INTER.
ESTING STORY OF
TRIP EAST

July 18th was warm travelling and
a plunge in the waters of Salt Lake
was most refreshing and almost too
cool for comfort; but Oh, how the
water is! Ocean water is S per cent
salt; that of Salt Lake, like the Dead
Sea OF Palestine, is 2l per cent saline
and bitterness itself
MY daughters home is on the North
bench above Salt Lake CITY. Seventh
avenue which means high enough to
DC above the dust and smoke Of the
cry and where the canyon breeze,
make the nights delightful. The beau-
!llul new capitol, about half finished
Is on a line with this avenue anJ
when the contemplated iron vi. H.
IS thrown across City Creek Canvor
VIII be only few blocks away l. ~
ne universal declaration that, few. if
itILnS' eitleS OF the world have a more
~ situation; the views from
one norm and east benches, with the
o:eeP Sioes OF the WaSatch mount
ans behind them, many snow-banks
~ ~ s,eht' giistening in the sun. with
the tree.embowed city at ones feet
me FERTILE valley outspread TO the
south and west, with the dry-land
wheat helds all along the foot hiIls
ana the ghstening lake far to the wes9
makes wonderful sight for a lover of
nature This city was nv home for
eleVen years, where my three vouno-
est children were born, where 7 had
many friends. ii'u
Inc railroad trip down the valley
over the Denver and Rio Grande In
showed the area of cultivation b,s
Deen steadily increasing with the nas-
sing years; the great sugar-beet fields
were noticeable. | will recall when
me hrst sugar-beet factory of the
west was built at American ForL and
when the first carload of sacks of
sugar came to Salt Lake, thew were
nauled through the streets by an OK
team and for few months we had
cheap sugar; then human nature pre-
vailed and the Utah sugar makers
went INTO the trust, the prices of su-
down. went
l have always thought that the
only city in the west surprising Salt
Lake for beautiful situations was
Provo, which nestles close to the very
high and precipitous Wasatch hills.
with Provo on Utah Lake of fresh
water beyond; on a small scale il is
very beautiful but lacks the extent
of Salt Lake City.
The ride, through Spanish Fork
canyon gives wild scenery and
hlstle Junction reminds us of our
beloved Rev B. W. Rice, who was in
his railroad days the station agent
here The climb to Soldier Summit
is one of the notable feats of rail-
reading of the world and it was in
teresting to see the new grade which
is being built, great Improvement
over the original narrow-g gauge line.
Alter the slow pull, pull of the up
grade followed the downward rush
and swaying of the down grade
through Price River Canyon, the
striking rock towers or pillars of ma
ture called Castle-Ga out into Price
River Valley, across its desert, views
OF the east side of the Wasatch. the
rows of the Book Cliffs, and the arid
strange and fascinating Utah Desert
10 the north are outlying spurs of the
Wlntah mountains, whose SUBMITS at
an altitude of eight thousand feet, was
once ages ago the surface of the
country, but which in the past has
been cut, washed, and carried down
through the steep rushing Green and
Colorado rivers to form the PENN
sula of Southern California.
Once when visiting this region of
what is now called Wadside but was
then known as Lower Crossing of
the Price river, | saw what the week
before had been an alfalfa field, now
covered with dead cottonwood trees,
huge boulders and rocks, gravel and
mud, wholly mined, by a torrent of
water out of a dry canyon, through
which no white man had ever seen
water and no Indian had a story of its
ever having ever before been wet;
with no knowledge of a storm in the
mountains, the great wall of water
suddenly came down, securing out the
debris of perhaps a century, forever
spelling the arabic lands at the mouth
and perhaps see no water in its course
of the canyon, and all over in an hour;
again for another hundred years. |
followed up nearby canyon, dry as
a desert bone, which showed abundant
springs of water power at some time in
the past, over rocks, along smooth
lodges, over scorching stretches of
stones and sand. up through pass in
the ledge just wide enough for a
horse, along narrow ridge and down
into another canyon; we had forgotten
our water barrel, and when after Is
miles on horseback, we caught sight
of willows our horses strained forward
well knowing a familiar stream, and
threw myself off, and fiat on the
peebly shore and thrust my face into
the cool mountain water; beyond was
narrow, fertile valley, headquarters
OF cattle company, whose summer
range was still $500 feet higher, one
of those beautiful mesas, the original