The Canon City record with which is consolidated the Canon City cannon., 1916-07-27

don't get much OF glimpse of it from
the road because it Is across the
river and besides the peculiar bridge
that spans the foaming stream to aid
the miniature train edging its way
toward Westcliffe occupies your at
tention. Then on and on you go
somersaulting this curve and turning
a back handspring on the next You
wonder how in sam hill you are gong
to get fully untwisted. but, presto, and
you are out on level stretch hum
ming along as merrily as ever.
It is the ever-changing view that
makes the strongest appeal. Even the
towns are different Texas Creek is
typical mountain hamlet. CoaldaIe.
in Pleasant Valley, is almost New
England. with its quaint old homes.
flowing fields of grain and prolific
growth of vegetation all about Coto-
paxi is a well built, neat and prosper
disappearing town The streets are
clean, the lawns well kept and the
houses are for the most part of late
paint btEh
used to good advantage and the resi-
dents appeared home-like indeed.
Howard is distinctive because of the
hive-shaped coke kilns that dot the
horizon as you approach from either
direction. So realistic are they thai
1t was an easy matter to convince a
young lady riding in our car that they
were humble bee hives. Most of the
people in Howard have money enough
TO own cars without mortgaging their
property, so that speaks well for the
financial side. Riding through on Sun
day we noticed big open air religi-
Gus service. which we understand is a
frequent occurrence. The social side
is noted for its jollity and good times.
The Rainbow route plays hide and
seek with the river and the railroad
all the way. This is most pronounced
along about Parkdale and again b.,
tween Howard and Salida. where you
cross the railroad two or three times
and the river twice.
II seems as IL you approach Saiida
through the back yard 1t isn't hai'
by the good streets and the pretty
ride through the town. The u. & II.
c. HOSPITAL. which you pass. is fit.
ting adjunct 10 Salida and is splen.
did sight. with its beautiful lawn.
Eemmed with sparkling fountains.
The real treat Is the broad expanse
Of valley from Salida TO Buena Vista.
II Is more restful than the first lap
because that unconscious strain with
which you burden yourself while trav.
cling through the nervous and thrill.
ing canon is totally lacking. on the
outskirts of Salida you sit back
against the cushions with a sigh OF re.
lief and drink in TO the fullest the
glorious collegiate range with Mount
Princeton the main attraction. In the
foreground are those ever delightful
fields of peas and clover. The peas
remind you OF pea-fed hogs and the
perfume of the clover makes you
think OF lowing COWS. clankinr COW.
bells and barefoot boys back in old
Iowa. An the cares OF life drop on
in an instant and you forget all but
the pleasure OF your surroundings.
The poetic meadowlands in the midst
o' a mountain-shrouded landscape
fills You with an unaceountable feel.
Ing OF awe.
The road Is excellent with the ex.
crptlon of a few sharp turns and rol.
ier-coaster inciines that let you down
abruptly from one mesa 20 another.
To every story there should be a
climax: 10 every journey there should
be a fitting end. All in one Buena
Vista was that climax and that end
, for us. We needed not to go further.
It's very aspect signifed rest and
quiet. and because of that il is worth
story all TO itself