The Oakes times. [volume] (Oakes, N.D.) 1906-current, 1920-07-22
WRIGHTS HAVING
SPLENDID TRIP
Letter Tells of Yellowstone Wonders
and Includes Whopping Big
Fish Story
MEET FRIENDS IN MONTANA
Ladies Become Reminiscent and Alex
Can't Get in q Word

In my last letter we had reached
Yellowstone Lake in the park, where
we remained three days resting and
fishing. We had tried every little
stream in the park for fish, but there
was nothing doing until we reached
Fishers bridge on the Yellowstone
river. When we arrived at this point
the bridge was lined with men and
women and hardly minute passed
but some one was reeling in with a
struggling mountain brook trout at
the end Of the line. All of us caught
fish. Couldn't help it. The spinner"
is used entirely. Let out the linz
from Is to 300 feet and wind in, and
if you had good luck to land him he
would weigh from 1 1-2 to 2 1-2 lbs.
We had three days of trout fishing
and then our road lay along the grand
canyon Of the Yellowstone, the climax,
the superlative, Of park wonders.
There was nothing overlooked ON
this gorgeous display Of nature. The
Yellowstone has worn its way through
the rocks and lime-like formations
HOO feet down in places, and as the
sides gave way there are rocks and
hard substances here and there that
stand hundreds Of feet in the air. Tho
ripping little stream at the bottom
does not seem to carry the water that
passed by at Fishers bridge. On the
other side we could see men and wo-
men climbing down, down, to get as
close to the waters edge as possible.
Here the eagles scared aloft, and yon-
der we could see on top Of a ledge,
safe from mans reach, the eagle feed
ing her young in the nest. It was an
inspiration to look up and down the
canyon. The escaping steam may
cause the mud and water to sputter
and fuss; the steaming water may be
thrown $50 to 200 feet in the air; the
pools and craters may be rich in col
oring and fantastic in shape, but none
of them are 80 magnificent or 30 gor-
geous of coloring as the Grand Cam
yon of the Yellowstone. It is won
derful!
When we passed through the park
fourteen years ago we cut across from
the canyon to Norris basin and back to
point of beginning at Mammoth Hot
Springs. This was more the desire
of the guide to avoid the heights of
Dunraven pass and Mt. Washburn
than it was our wish. We mounted
up, up, up, until we were on the very
rim of Mt. Washburn, which is over
$4,000 feet in height. We had passed
the snow line and had cut through
drifts that we're still as much as ten
feet deep. We could get snowballs
by reaching out the hand. The air was
chilly and we gathered all the clothes
we had around us. It did not seem
like the 9Th day Of July. A clear sky
and bracing wind made it seem more
like day in March back in North
Dakota. The petrified trees passed
on our way to Mammoth were a dis
appointment. There is only one large
tree trunk left-hemmed in by iron
railing-rather guess to keep tourists
from carrying it away in the form of
souvenirs.
We reached the Mammoth in time
for a hearty supper, for we were all
weary and hungry from day of hard
travel, caused from the only stretch
of bad road in the park, made danger
GUS and slippery from melting Of the
snow. Road crews are busy, howev-
er, and so far as they have gone over
the roads were in good shape.
We spent day getting from Nam
moth to Bozeman, where we stopped
at the Baltimore hotel. All had
good bath and cleanup, and felt the
better for continuing our journey.
Here we parted with Mr.. and Mrs.
Hodges and Mr.. and Mrs. Durham,
who took the Helena Great Falls road
to Cut Bank, Mont, where they will
visit their old friend, Joe Flint, and
family. The Flint family in the ear
lier days lived west of Glendale, and
Joe still holds onto 100 acres, the old
homestead just north of Ralph Grif-
fms place.
After leaving Bozeman we only had
a 43 mile drive to the jackson home,
half way between Norris and Pony.
Here we are having the time of our
lives.
Peter Jackson, the father, came to
Montana ffty-two years ago. When
a young man he came up the Mis-
souri, river with an engineering party,