The Crittenden press., 1920-08-31
LETTER FROM COLORADO

we thought perhaps our kentuc-
ky friends would enjoy day Of sight
seeing with the LaRue family in the
mountains of Colorado.
Sunday school being over, on Aug
ust Is, with our lunch and kodak,
we proceed up the Boulder Canyon.
Here the canyon is perahps hun
dred yards wide, on either side the
mountains rise abruptly, too steep
for a goat to climb. Boulder creek,
forty to fifty feet wide comes leap
ing, foaming and winding over rocks
with an unceasing roar. A splendid
graded highway winds its way among
the Overhanging crags, in many places
blasted through the mountain sides.
A blighted vegetation clings to the
mountain sides. AS we proceed up
the canyon however, more luxur-
ious growth appears with some val
liable timber. Many tourists are
camping, spending their vacation
fishing and hunting. Now and then
the mountains make room for lit
tie summer house and garden. Min
ing camps abound. Our good Henry
Ford is now hot from TIN climb and
we are hungry from the travel, so
we find a shady nook on the bank
of the noisy creek. We are not
lonesome, hundreds are passing, rest
ing and eating, and some are trout
fishing. You wonder at fishing in
such a swift, noisy stream, there are
no Still waters. The fishing is
good but | think the catching is
scarce. Henry" has cooled and we
are refreshed. We have come to
where the Four-mile canyon empties
into Boulder, here is found room for
a few houses and bridge. Our road
takes the other side Of the creek
here. Climbing, climbing all the
time, but so gradual and winding we
are not conscious of it, but for the
pulling and putting of the car. Honk!
Honk! Lest you run into some one
on the many short curves. Rob called
out Castle Rock" Looking just
ahead we see the most stately man
sion we have ever seen. No lawn
in front, but rising hundreds Of feet
in majestic grandeur and beauty, its
many spires and rugged outline sug-
gesting the castles Of ancient times.
But listen! The roar Of cata-
ract. The Boulder Falls, a nina
, ture Niagra, perhaps hundred yards
from the highway. We leave the
car and follow narrow path, tow
ering peaks above US, yawning chasms
below us, we stand in the presence
of the "yoice Of the Ages" The
voice Of one crying in the noun
. tains Remember thy Creator" With
out variation, rest or stop, it is the
same voice that spoke in the Garden
. to Adam, to Noah in the food and
to Moses on Mount Sinai, and to his
Son on the Mount Of Transfgura-
, ton. Hear ye him"
Turning away from this mighty
handiwork Of God, we come soon to
a more beautiful picture. Now the
canyon widens out little and rich
pastures and alfalfa appear with
ine cattle feeding so far below US
as to look like young calves. The
mountain sides are not so steep and
barren. They are a beautiful green
with fine grazing and valuable tim
bers. See the million dollar dam,
built Of concrete, IT'S feet wide at
the base, fifteen at the top and about
half mile long. A gate is lifted
and we have another cataract, sur
passing in some respects to the one
we saw several miles below. mot
made by hands"
On the dam We look out upon the
most beautiful lake We have ever
seen. 1t covers more than two hun
dred acres. The wind and sun
playing on its bosom develope mil
lions Of sparkling diamonds Of
rarest beauty reflected from the sur
rounding mountains.
Lem wants to 90 fishing now.
But lift up your eyes, We though,
we had climbed the topmost peak
A marker says s237 feet high. Far
away and above us is the "Snowy
Range.
II is getting cold here. We have
on our summer clothes. Rob Is
wishing for snow storm. Listen,
IL is thunder echoing from peak to
peak, Sure enough in a few min.
utes we are in rain and hail storm,
Rob makes his mother wear his coat,
Joy and Ruth will not own that they
are freezing in their low neck and
shor, sleeves. One who lives here
tells US this is an almost every day
occurrence.
The little town Of Nederland, n
boom town Of mining days sleeps on
the western shore Of the lake, mark.
ing the head Of the canyon, eight.
cen miles from Boulder, the mouth
The storm hurries us back down
below the snow line. Our descent