The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1922-08-24
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i Lines would have to. be put on tn
shelf this week owing to our arrivin
/ home so late on Tuesday of this wee
Q as not to get out our special editio
but with the help of 4 vivid imagina
ton and strong rememberances of gu
, trip will try to relate briefly wha
we saw, felt and heard during GU
breif weeks sojourn in the wilds o
Bear Valley. Leaving Emmett Mon
day evening we motored to Quartz
burg in the Boise Basin where W
took on new equipment acquires
from c. c. Coonrod. and spent tn
night at that place The next morn
ing found US all up early as we hat
slept on the soft side Of board porcl
all night and arising early was vel
come relief to such feathers anc
springs. fastening through an idea
campers menu consisting Of coffee
sinkers, and fried mud-lark, we bic
farewell to the burg and dropped over
into Garden Valley striking the South
fork Of the Payette where the roads
are engaged in forking, our expedi-
ton taking the north bank, where we
sped merrily along nearing our hearts
desire every passing moment, and we
were gliding swiftly along when rear
| tire went swish-h-h-h bang and left
us fatty to recuperate this crippled
appendage. We swiftly made these
necessary repairs but some how must
have pinched the tube for the good
work was all to do over after a little
run of few hundred feet, for the old
tube let out another mournful wheeze
and settled quickly back into flat
rrt. After sweating thirty minutes
more or less we again threw the tire
tools back into the car, this time
where they could be reached handily
as always before they were put under
tie hind seat and coolies of heavy
stuff packed like sardines on top
but this added precaution to ease our
labor was all in vain for ne'er again
did the old gun boat give us trouble.
From there on we passed the Written
Power plant, Gallagher Flat Ranger
station, mile after mile of canyon
road that would have made Job throw
up the sponge to ride along and look
over, Pine Flat, Ok Bow, Deadwood,
Lowman, Clear Creek to the foot of
the summit where we partook of a
little nourishment, to keep our ideals
connected with our baser materials.
Dropping down the other side into
Bear Valley we followed the winding
road down the valley which is some
twenty miles in length and averages
about two miles wide, we passed many
herds of cattle grazing on the for
age afforded so amply in this high
valley, other places were
horses feeding and ever the beaten
trail Of pleasure seeking tourists lead
ing thru it all. We camped at road
camp, taking in an inventory of the
of the camp to see il auy
infested the territory.
lust as we pulled up and came to
halt Henry Mcintyre, fire guard and
forest service man, almost stunned
is by throwing out big husky hand
shake in our direction. Hank is so
lat it took us some moments to recov-
,r our mental equilibrium enough to
yrasp his mitt. Shortly afterwards
we run great collection of Emmett
specimens out Of the brush around the
,ook tent These birds consisted of
West, four horse skinner on
he grader, Merle Robinson, wood
butcher on the bridge gang, Clayt
Houlton, his assistant, Liza Down
ny, who is handling an axe, swamp
ne, Chef Bancroft. assistant on the
ridge crew, Bert Thane. head mogul
f the camp and several Others. To
lrag this narrative to a hurried close
will state we spent the next day .
pearing waters of Bear river for
almon, but our luck was as is all
ishermen's, so the next morning we
'ulled our stakes and drove 'ou down |
o Cox's COW camp where we parked [
he car. made up some hiking packs,
nd lit out for Sulphur creek in the
of Jim Fuller's ranch.
IS we only carried along a blanket on
his forced hike we slept accordingly
nd kept the fire going, taking turns
'arming up putting fresh fuel on but
ear the zero hour we all had to get
D and pust fresh fuel on and remain I
nus till daylight, about as cold
light as we have ever had the pleas \
re to experience this summer. Early t
e moved out, stretching our sore and
.amped muscles, headed for the
yer to catch some Of the fish tabled
song and story as the famous mid p
lie fork redsides Fishing up the c
yer we reached the falls along about S
,eding time for dinner and dividing +
me between eating and admir-
~ the river at this place occupied L
ost of the next two or three hours. v
70 tried all kinds of spinners, flies. +
lits and lures but Mr.. Redsides and \
Ill trout failed to respond and so af- r
r a practically fruitless afternoons
shine we made camp and prepared L
rest up for the homeward iaunt b
e next morning. On Monday Of this 81
eek we bid goodbye to the. road Il
mp and the Emmett boys who we S
# behind and drove thru to within 2
few miles of the Boise basin that
ternoon and evening. Monday night L
e skies opened I'D and the rain v
a. ~, for LOST limo oparlv deIuo lll