Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-08-04
THE ROAD TO TOMORROW
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Leaving Lei diiic, VIC SCI odil uOT
Rawlins over the plains. The latter
city was reached in the middle of
the afternoon and we decided to cross
the Continental Divide before MAX
ing camp. Most of the road over the
"big hill' is an abandoned grade of
the Union Pacific and the pull is de-
cidedly easy for an auto. The divide
was crossed ct Creston, and we
dropped down by easy stages to
Wamsutter, where we made good
camp. Here we found rival service
stations battling for blood, and we
filled our tanks to the brim with two
bit gas. May the fight last forever!
We refuse to knock Wyoming.
Outside of the fact thet most of the
country crossed by the Lincoln High
way is rocks and desert, and more of
the same, the country is beautiful.
And we know positively there are
at least two wells in the two hundred
miles between Laramie and Wamsut
ter because we SAW Them
Leaving Wamsutter with buoyant
hearts and plenty Of gas, we travelled
over good, bad and Indifferent road
through Point of Rocks to Rock
Springs, and from there passed on to
Green River 1t was at Rock Springs
that we were held UP by one of the
biggest funeral professions we ever
saw. The whole town was out in
autos to see that the deceased was
properly inferred. Inquiry developed
that the deceased was former sa-
loon keeper. The secret is out.
The coal mining section of Wy
oming presents a sorry spectacle at
the present time, all of the mines be-
ing idle and business at standstill.
We observed almost. ten people in
Hanna, where we purchased some
provisions at the company store at
company store prices. The mantle of
Jesse James is worthily worn by these
road agents.
Hastily secreting the pitiful rem
nant of our wealth upon our persons,
we escaped and continued our quest
for the promised land. The road
crosses over Green river (Which, by
the way, is the first clear mountain
water we had seen since leaving
northern Colorado) and makes q
heavy climb out of the valley.
Evanston, Wyo., is reached early in
the evening, and here we observed an
optimistic fisherman whipping Bear
river for trout in the heart of the
city.
= We decided to extend our journey a
little on account of the mosquitoes
which were thirsting for our blood,
but after proceeding for twenty
miles without eluding the fierce
fowls of the air." we camped near
Randolph.
Pocatello was our objective for
the seventh days journey, and we
made it easily, arriving at p. m.
The road passes through Laketown,
the beautiful beaches on Bear Lake,
Montpelier and Soda Springs, and
the scenery is wonderful. The roads
are good and excellent time may be
made over them. The only bad
stretch is about twenty-five miles out
of Pocatello, where the highway is
being worked. Merciful mucilage!
but that was a most grievous half
hour.
On arriving at Pocatello we made
for the tourist park and prepared to
camp. But in the meantime we had
phoned to ]. Robb Brady, an old
friend, and he galloped out to the
park in fiery, untamed 'iwlhoopee."
Bob said that the park was no place
for friends of his; said one of the
pickets on the fence was on crooked;
that the sparrows made too much
noise, etc.; and insisted upon taking
the whole dad-blamed outfit to his
handsome home on Arthur street,
where we were welcomed by Miss 10
Murphy, Mr.. Bradys sister-in-law,
who has been in charge of the fam
dly since the death of Mrs. Brady
two years ago.
Leaving the families in Pocatello,
Tom and Fred took wing the next
day for Mountain Home. A rather
poor road brought us to American
Falls, "the best town by a dam site, ="
as the inhabitants freely admit.
To our unprejudiced minds, however,
that dam would look much more
beautiful if it was about 80 feet
higher.
The road from American Falls to
Burley is good. Burley, by the way,
although being hard hit by the big
slump OF last year, is now recover
ing nicely. The country surrounding
the city has a fine irrigation system
and Burnley is a conner.