Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1923-08-24

oregon roads, you are In clas
by yourselves.
And thank goodness for that.
Saturday, August 4, the senio
member of the Republican firm, ac
companied by the missus and Sol
Jack, and Mrs. C. E. Watkins ant
sons Buck and Bob, started out OF
a two weeks jaunt into the wilds o
Grant county, oregon.
Leaving Mountain Home shortly
before noon, we travelled leisurely tt
Ontario, stopping for few minutes
talkfest with friends at Nyssa. Ar
riving at Ontario, we were made well
come at the handsome home of Judge
and Mrs. w. w. Wood, where we
spent pleasant evening and night.
Judge. Wood is one of Oregon's best
legal lights, and his wife "a cousin
of the missus) and two daughters
are accomplished and pleasant.
Sunday morning we resumed our
journey, going by way of Baker, the
road being excellent.
Arriving in Baker we were tagged
by the quarantine officer, who has
his eye peeled for Oregon's bugaboo,
the alfalfa weevil. Hastily conceal
ing our bottle of lemonade in the
hood of the car, we stood tied while
the officer sized us up and decided
that, while we were suspicious look
ing characters, he probably could
prove nothing on us anyway, and
then waved us on our way.
The party then took the road to
Sumpter over the Blue Mountains.
For fifteen miles the roads are fair
ly horrible, and the road over the
summit seemed good in comparison
with what followed.
Sumpter reached, we set sail for
Austin, going by way of Whitney. |
On leaving Sumpter, we took
the wrong road to Whitney. |
We know it was the wrong one, for
the other could not have been as
bad. Up, up, climbed the little Stude-
operation was reversed, and we des-
cended ditto; then the upward climb
was resumed, and the downward
glide followed. A third time was
this process repeated, and Just as we
were about to give up, Whitney came
into view.
The road from Whitney to Austin
Is hard surfaced-by Nature. There
may be worse roads somewhere, but
we doubt it, Near the summit log
ging road is in the throes of con-
'truetion, and we have a suspicion
hat the surplus rocks are dumped {
ust about where we travelled. Rack
ng our way madly along at speed !
# five miles per hour, we finally ar s
lived at Austin, and took the road
Iown the middle fork of the John ]
Jay river to Galena, 23 miles, near 7
which place the missus first saw the I
light of day. Here we met with old a
rends and spent the night in the 4
Iotel conducted by Mr.. and Mrs. n
talph Reitter. We enjoyed an excel o
ent supper, the fine fresh caught a
almon being one of the features. '
he salmon are now running and &
he residents along the river are n
citing all they want. We were in h
tied to remain day or two and
,in in the sport, but our time was n
mited and we could not stay. But a
ter on fl
1t was at Galena that we made ac- H
laintance with 50-cent gas The
lrveyor of car fuel there is a China Il
an named Leon, and he hasn't re- W
rmed much since he stopped stick IL
e up the stage. He knew the mis- cl
IS, so we let him live and proceed
on our rocky road to Long Greek, tu
amilton and Monument, arriving In
the latter place shortly after noon &c
/ Monday. Here we stopped at the to
nch of the wife's brother, James W
ael, and made several trips to sur la
points. Wherever we went,
,wever, there were rocks and more hi
cks. ma
On Saturday, August IL, the little WI
udy, loaded down with eight people ca