The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1917-07-26
MR.. TAYLOR WRITES

Here we are, after a most delight
full trip West, in beautiful Hood
River with the Cowleys enjoying a
quiet Sunday afternoon in their
bungalow.
Leaving Berea at 500 p. m, June
30th, we reached Chicago the fol-
lowing morning and Denver, Colo,
the day after. Here we were met
by Mrs. Taylor's brother and wife,
and whisked through the beauti-
full parks and shaded streets in his
comfortable Paige car to their home
at Park Hill, a suburb of Denver.
After supper we drove several
miles in the long twilight which
lasts until 900 p. m. The beauty OF
the drive was greatly intensified by
the snow peaks which greeted us
at every turn.
The cloud affect and coloring
against these snow peaks as viewed
from Inspiration point pauperizes
ones descriptive power.
The following day we drove 90
miles to Estes National Park in the
Rockies where we stayed over night
at the quaint Brinwood Hotel, just
near Longs Peak and surrounded by
snow peaks, a novel experience for
July 4th. The dining-room was in
reality a commodious open porch
which with its pretty blue dishes
and mountain flower decoration
made delightful resting place.
The food was abundant and delicious
and our appetites were apprecia-
tive after our exhilerating mountain
drive. In the spacious sitting room
a cracking fire in the big fireplace
bid us a cheerful welcome, the air
outside being uncomfortably cool.
A piano, books, and mountain
scenes together with friends made
the evening pass quickly and later
we slept as one only does in these
higher attitudes.
The next morning we drove to
High Point, 700 feet above the hotel.
The zig-zag road made one almost
dizzy as il wound round peak after
peak on narrow outings Of rock
which seemed at times very in
secure. This is the famous Colorado
Convict Road which eventually will
cross the entire range. At times we
could touch the snow banks as we
passed and finally had our pictures
snapped on a 10 foot snow bank.
Words are mighty clumsy when
fellow is trying to describe a seRsa-
tion, but the memory of such an
experience can never be lost.
We returned by way OF Boulder,
the home Of the famous Tungsten
Metal Mines, the filament now al
most universally used in electric
lieht globes.
The days following were spent
in other drives quite as interesting,
and finished the week with a big
picnic supper on Mt. Lookout, near
where General Cody's buffalo Bills |
body lies buried.
We fried steak, boiled coffee, and
licked our fingers just as we do in
old Berea.
"And the night was filled with
music" and dull care slept with
Cody - - ;''~--
On Sunday we attended church
where our brother is so greatly in
terested and which is doing so much
good in the community.
On Monday we resumed our
Journey toward Colorado Springs
and Salt Lake. passing through the
famous Royal Gorge at 800 p. m.
A rushing river flows through this
ravine a distance Of 10 miles with
thundrous tones, and our train crept
close along side the rocky wall
which rose 26OO feet on both sides,
a truly wonderful experience.
A terrific storm had proceeded us
and a great washout occurred just
near Cotopaxi, delaying US in this
wild place fifteen hours. Everybody
kept good natured and we were
really glad of the delay.
My wife had no particular desire
TO stop in Salt Lake, but after assur-
ance of my perennial fidelity she
consented. We were just in time
for a wonderful organ recital at II
a. m. Ia daily occurrence) in the
famous Mormon Tabernacle which
seats 10000 people. Probably 800
other visitors were there, and the
program was rich and satisfying
The organ is one of the largest in