The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1923-08-23
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of adventure in us and SO we decided
to see what we could do in that direct
ion, alone OF course, for the other
two machines had gone the right road,
as we took for granted, and SO looked
for no help or direction from them.
We will make the story as short as we
can. We got into the mud holes OF
course and three times were stalled.
But could not five huskies pull a Henry
out OF almost any hole. To be sure we
detoured some of the worst of them,
having a scouting party ahead to rec
onnoiter. A native on a cayuse doomed
up in the road. We hailed him. He
said Yes, you can go down through
the pass" He gave us a very lucid
description of the road which ran out
into "the old trail" In a short while
we get into the plateau country and
wound around among the peaks and
spurs and pinnacles. AT times We got
out and ran over some of the lesser
ones, reveled in them and took pic
lures of them. Four of US rode on the
running boards most of the time the
better to see the wonders of the place.
Presently we came to the Pass. A won
derful view spread out before us in the
peaks and buttresses and the great
valley Of the Bad Lands off towards
the White River. Here again we were
out and clambering about among lofty
and wierd masses Of that peculiarly
hard dirt that has withstood the
erosions of the ages of wind and rain
and heat and cold. More pictures
were taken and we began descending
in a winding course with the view
changing every moment. Eventually
we were down on the floor of the ex-
pansive valley. OF course we said to
ourselves that our troubles were over
and we would i'm a few minutes be in
Interior, which lay before us in the
valley. We were letting out notes OF
ex~ultation that we had come a trail We
did not know about when we started
and that we had solved the problem OF
getting to Interior without .~retracing
our tracks. But the biggest emotion
was this. We had seen the Bad Lands
in the most intimate fashion possible.
We had come down through the fam
Gus Cedar Pass. Almost all the rest of
the view of the Lands was a remote
n as far as the grandeures of il are
concerned. But hold. Here is a bridge
over a creek and it is barred. Inves-
tigation shows that the far end of it
is separated from the road by a wide
gulf caused by the washing away of
the adjoining dirt almost its full
width. We didn't do anything hastily
or rashly. We explored the creek for
a possible crossing. We examined the
structure both from it's floor and that
of the creek. We concluded it was
sound enough of itself. One pier rot
ted off woulC not matter. We took a
plank from the floor Of the bridge and
placed it over the chasm. We took
down the bars. We put the left hand
wheels Of the car owe the plank. We
replaced the bars. Hurrah! In a few
moments we were in Interior to the
good in the Bad Lands. And there
were the ether two cars, the occupants
wondering where we were for the last
ten minutes. If it had not been for
that last episode we would have beaten
them in. We had unintentionally TAX
en- the short cut. 1t was the greatest
of our trip. We would not
have missed it for the world. Whoa!
Let's stay in these lands until our
next.