The Glenwood post. (Glenwood Springs, Colo.) 1897-current, 1921-01-22

and headed for Green River. Thirty
miles out from Green River we came to
a veritable sea Of clouds. They were
too low for flying below them with any
degree Of safety, SO we headed the ship
above, hoping to pass over them in a
short time and have a clear landing at
Green River. 1t was one Of the most
beautiful sights l have ever had from
an airplane. The clouds stretched out
on all sides in huge overlapping layers
90 thick that one could not see through
them anywhere. They seemed almost
like the surface of the earth, they were
so quiet and motionless, and tho s,r
was perfectly calm. We Travelled TO
where we knew we must be over Green
River, but could find no possible open
ing or rift in the clouds. We did not
dare dive through and take chance
of finding clear weather beneath.
Should we do this and the clouds prove
to be hanging low on the ground, it
would almost certainly mean crash.
Also, | was afraid we mighI get lost
in the clouds and run into a mountain.
We headed toward the only opening in
the clouds that we could see, and thirty
minutes later came in sight of the earth
twenty miles northeast of Castle Dale,
Utah, where we landed fifteen minutes
later.
There were four inches of snow at
Castle Dale when we arrived, and our
landing was the signal for it to cut
loose again. Before we could get away
there was about foot, which made us
feel perfectly at home, as we were be-
ginning to get used to it. We showed
off Christmas afternoon, again heading
for Green River. We got hold of some
| rotten gasoline, and the motor missed
repeatedly Nearing Green River, we
encountered the same cloud phenomenon
as on opg first trip. Unable to get
through the dense clouds, we veered of
and landed at Price again. That night
sent Oleson to Green River ON tine
train, with instructions to wire me just
as soon as the clouds passed away. They
cleared on the eth, and we landed
there in the middle of the afternoon.
Bad gasoline and consequent motor
trouble, and bad weather, held us at
Green River until the Goth. when we
took off and had very pleasant flight
to Cortez, Colorado. This was csc
miles straight across country mostly
mountains and desert, all covered with
snow. 1t was leg we were very glad
to put behind us. The scenery was
gorgeous, especially the peculiar rocs
formations around Moab, Utah, and the
sun'4liine glistening on the snowy noun
tain peaks. We reached Cortez just
as the sun was setting.
We carried few passengers at Cor
tez the next afternoon, in spite of thu
snow, then took off for Shiprock, New
Mexico, Indian reservation. Midwa,
between Cortez and Shiprock we rar
out of the snow, much to our relief.
The Indians at Shiprock, when tolt
that an airplane was coming, said
"White man heap big liar; no. suci
thing as airplane." So you can imag
inc their surprise when we really di;
arrive. They clustered around like fiie
and their curiosity had no limits. o.
the first flight, took an Indian nance
Curly Jim and a white man ON tri]
over the rock whence Shiprock derive
its name. 1t IN huge rock twelve milo
from the town, and rises 1900 Tee
sheer above tho surrounding desert
From distance 1t looks like larg'
saiAship. Indian tradition has II the
. huge bird used to live on top Of IT,
rock .and would fly down and dsvou
IAdian childrsa, and avsn grown-up
who did not conform 70 ~ lAdIal
code Of ethics. some Of the Indian
seeing the airplane crciing over ID
rosk, tAsagAt ~ bird haA- returned