Arizona republican., 1915-08-22
Eastward Bound Motorists Returning After Doing" the Fairs Inspect
 Great Engineering Work

Eight o'clock and alTs well. We climb into our faithful car. which las already carried us across the continent and fourth of the way back. and are ready for cur trip rom Phoenix to the Roosevelt dam. We are going over the road of a thousand Curves-the road of a thou sand delights. scenes. and surprises they tell us. Tom. the chauffeur. as Sures uS that everything is running smoothly. and with a long low sob of the horn We pull from the shelter of the big hotel and are on our way. We are carrying Phoenix friend as far as the dam. and she promises to he an ideal guide.
 Phoenix. the city. is ready for an- other busy day. Every Phoenix day is a busy day. says our PhOenician friend. Hundreds of motor cars nov ing in all directions seem to carry cut this contention. We pass T group of school buildings, splendid structures worthy of any city in the country We are speeding along passing farms and cultivated land on both sides of the road. Then q short stretch of desert. Our guide points to low mound some distance south of the highway. This mound, she tells us. represents the ruins of one of the largest community houses built by prehistoric peoples. Some day this mound will be explored and al such time will disclose much in- teresting formation regarding the first citizens of America, older than the AZtecs.
 We soon reach the Salt river and cross it by means of great con- crete and steel bridge resting OF eleven long sweeping arches. grace fuI and serviceable The bridge was built by convict labor and is one of the finest in the country. We pass through Tempe Here one of Ari zona's normal schools is located. The town has a population of about 2.0O0 Then on We go. que east, and quickly reach Mesa, one of the earliest set dement's in the Salt River Valley. Mesa has about 4.OO0 people and the farm lands around this section are very rich and productive. From Mesa a good road due south leads to Chandler. At the townsite or Chand Ter is the Hotel San Marcos a beauti- full restful hotel which is q delight to all who journey the seven miles between Chandler and Mesa.
 We. however. keep on and about four miles after leaving Mesa, still going east, we cross the Highland Canal. the last of the great water channels We are now on the desert not the desert we had expected to see. but a great level of land covered with native plants and shrubs of every variety that the weird, wistful hand of Nature has ever created. Trees and shrubs, grasses and wild flowers, colors and forms blending in one delightful earth covering.
 Our road runs straight as an ar rows flight. seemingly to end ab- ruptlv at the base of the Giant Su- perstition, the first great peak of the Superstition Range. We can examine the massive rock shoulder and watch it's constant change in tint and color as light and a passing fleecy cloud bring into relief and in shadow it's scars, canyons and crevices. It is probably the most beautiful moun- tain in the Southwest. You are in its shadow. You feel its superstitious awe. You see the wreck of ages in this giant pile of rock bared to it's