Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1916-09-07
GRAND CANYON
AND YOSEMITE
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/ up.
Armed with a switch about as long
as the animals abbreviated tail. and
filled to the brim with feelings of anx.
1ety, the procession begins to move,
a guide being responsible for six per-
sons. The timid ones who remain he.
hind gather about the entrance to the
trail and wave a farewell to those de-
parting for the depths. Not MANY give
] notice to the gesticulations of friends
on the brim, for all thoughts one has
are centered on the mule and on the
future.
After making a few turns in the
zig-zag trail, the whole cavaran is
held up by photographer. He TO-
| cuses his camera on six persons at
time and from such a point that the
trail looks much sleeper than it real
ly is. This always pleases the visit
ors, for it gives exaggeration to the
story of ones experiences. The pic
lures are a good thing for those to
have who remain behind in case anv
thing should happen to the yentur-
some explorers. When one comes to
the top in the evening the pictures
are ready for those who have made
the journey.
Too Steep to Ride
| In some places the trail is so steep
and the turns SO sharp that all dis
mount and climb along on foot When
1t has rained in summer or when
there is snow in winter, travelling is
| filled with uncertainties. The mules
never hurry unless forced to do so on
| some favorable stretch When over
halfway down, beautiful plateau is
reached and rest is made at the In
dian Gardens. The last portion of the
journey is made down the Devils
Corkscrew, terrific zig-zag so steep
that it is wonder man or beast could
ever cover the distance.
Once the Colorado is reached, lunch
is spread and an hour given for rest.
The river is not very wide, but swift
and deep. The water is muddy so
heavy is the load being carried down
| toward the ocean.
Your lunch is not overly enjoyed
because your mind is more or less
clouded with the realization that you
must travel over every foot Of the
seven miles down in order to reach
the rim seven miles away. Braced
by the MONDAY lunch you begin the
ascent and after about four hours
reach the region above. You seek a
cushioned seat and the more cushion
the better. One is usually too tired
to even write postcards, and cares
little whether there is a canyon or
mot.
| Many readers Of this paper have
seen the canyon in Yellowstone park
The Grand Canyon of the Colorado
river is colored similar to the one in
the park but is on much vaster
scale. In the Colorado canyon the
beautiful red sandstones are interlaid
with white limestone, and below are
the darker States The astonishing
thing is that it is so vast. Perpen-
dicular rocks stand before one taller
than many sky scrapers piled upon
each other. The river is so far down
and in a gorge so narrow that from
the rim in most places it cannot be
seen.
| Shadows in the Chasr1
The lights and shadows that are re-
fiected from this Titan of chasms are
beautiful beyond belief Many an art
ist has attempted to portray the won
derful color effects but they are be-
yong the power of brush or pen. Soft
blues and greys relieved with the
dark green of crevass and the varying
reds Of the sandstones mingle with
wonderful amethystine tints that
| change from hour to hour. For the
canyon is never twice the same
| While one stands fascinated with
the panorama or color spread before
him, the scenes are silently shifting
and before he is aware of it the battle
| ship or the temple has received a new
baptism of color. The atmospheric
effects Of the canyon heighten the
wonderful picture. A marvellous pur-
pie haze tinges the peaks, darkens
| the depths and like a magical veil of
mist hangs over the canyon at times.
Again in the sunlight the canyon is
| gold and green and red and as night
falls it darkens to a midnight black
ness.
Three Kinds of Water
On the way down one notices two
signs. The first one is beside little
| stream and reads: