The Delta independent., 1922-07-07

south OF Salt Lake City. We did not
stop in Salt Lake City long as they
had the poorest camping grounds on
our entire trip and charged fifty cents
per day, but they give you full bene-
mt OF those Mormon mosquitoes and
they we're sure keen to make meal
off some good old cornfed Coloradoan
but we fooled them and slipped away
to Ogden where we had very nice
camping ground, all free and plenty of
shade. l got the idea while there that
Ogden people were poor as l noticed
so many girls with mems socks on
Anyway they only came up as high as
mems socks and really some had none
on at all, just sandals and a handful
OF cloth for skirt and the waist
well, the scenery was SO attractive
that l never noticed the waist at ALL
We couldn't view the scenery here al
ways so we tore ourselves away and
pulled out for Brigham. Here we
swung to the west and made Snowville
near the northern line of Utah. From
Snowville we left the highway and
took what is called the Black Pine
road, northwest to Malta, Idaho, where
We made camp the fourth night, then
we hit the highway about sixteen miles
east of Burley. From Burley all the
way through Idaho we had paved or
graveled roads and they sure were
fine. The Twin Falls country looked
prosperous, fine farms, fine buildings
and fine roads. The Boise Valley was
fine, but I am going too fast. We did
not make Boise for camp but camped
along the road near Snake river, east
of Mountain Home where we made our
fifth camp for the night. Passed
Boise is fine city in fine valley
Here crops were farther advanced
than any place we had passed through.
Going to Payette, Idaho, we passed
through nice country on good roads,
reaching there Saturday evening
where we found an uncle. Had some
fun with him then told him who we
were. This was our sixth camp. The
Payette Valley is also beautiful val
ley, fruit being the main crop but
| farming and stock raising is also car
ried on quite extensively. We were
| at Payette four days then off for Wei
ser where we stopped and said hello
to Jim Bowen, brother to Roy Bowen,
the popular Delta blacksmith.
Jim Bowen was sure busy but he
stopped his work and chinned us
awhile and seemed very happy. We
| found out why for just as we were
| leaving he took us to his desk and
passed out box of cigars and told us
to smoke on his new daughter born
the night before. We congratulated
James on his good fortune, lit our
smokes and lit out for Olds Ferry
where we crossed the Snake into Ore
gon. then on to Baker. Huntington
and to LaGrande where we camped
for the night. Our seventh camp.
From La Grande we started over the
Blue mountains. Everybody told us
how bad the roads were and said We
would never make Pendleton in one
day but the little old Ford chucked
along on her tip toes jumping lightly
from rock to rock and We finally we
overlook three cars and some were out
pushing. but nary a push for the
bachelor bunch in the f1ivver so at
Meechan on top of the divide we put
in some castor oil and in no time old
Liz passed an Overland, Ford road
ster and a Dodge and we rolled into
Pendleton at 10:So; four and one-half
hours coming over. At Pendleton We
swung to the northwest on paved road
for Walla Walla where we ran into
Moose celebration. Dit not stop but
came on to Dayton where we cleaned
up and ran out to Turner where we are
at present. Got here Friday eve, went
to work Saturday and no show to get
away for they like good looking fellows
like us from Colorado. This is a
great farming country but sure rough.
One almost needs a rough lock on to
go down these hills on foot. And I