Evening star., 1936-05-03
Intkg Schedules Worked Out by Arlns Give Summer Travellers Fullest
Opportunity See Whole Country Its Most Alung Natural Gab

ahead range after range pushes on.
with the creaming billows thinning
gradually before our prov. In the
distance once more wastelands emerge
and mountain and fog retreat be-
hind our swift flight Tere are the
eerie reaches of Death Valley, repos-
itory of untold pitiful sagas left in
dehydrated bony heaps on superheated
sands. Later will come the palette
Of the Crazy Giant, who squeezed out
his tubes helter-skelter and left us
the Painted Desert.
Now our hostess" tells us Boulder
Dam is nearby and all eyes are strain
ed for a first glimpse. We see the
tiny tailor made" city of the work.
ers, then the lake, already hundred
miles long, irregular, of deep opaque
sapphire in the midst of burnt sienna
hills, rising to deepening, towering
cliffs. The pilot dips a wing and flies
half circle and there, 10000 feet
below us, is the curved steel and con-
crete wall that is mans gate against
a hitherto practically untamed river.
High as it is. it appears child's toy
from our so much greater height.
We follow the lake almost to the rim
Of an experience for which nothing
We have ever seen or read has pre-
pared us-the Grand Canyon.
This is spectacle beyond all trib-
ute human words can offer. The
brain reels at it, the eye is palsied
with its effort to see and comprehend
and absorb. These searching depths.
these tesselated, craggy heights
stretching to the horizons edge, these
dyes beyond those of Saharan maj
esty may have been the playthings
through millions of years of the gods
of winds and water, but only Sub
lime Intelligence could have directed
the plan. Stand on the earth beside
it and marvel and be dumb-add
5000 feet to your stature-stride
along the clouds above it with the
liquid desert sun about you and see
it as you were meant to see. Then
realize that it is your own land!
NOV We drop down into Albu-
querque, with its Spanish founda-
tion in 17Ol. Indian country lies all
around here, Navajo, zuni, Hopi and
the shadows of old stage coach and
pony express days. Just to the north
Is Santa Fe and its historic trail.
Then through the failing afternoon
we pass backwards through stages of
developing country. Oil derricks yield
to North Texas cattle, the famous
Cherokee strip of Oklahoma moves
by to display Midwestern farmlands.
In darkness we flash over the Mis-
souri, and the Mississippi and before
midnight are homing down over the
tremendous sparkling treasure box
that is Chicago wearing her jeweled
lights.
Pause to breathe? But not for 1org.
There will be another ship waiting
in the very early dawn. this time
one of United Airlines' great Boeings,
to shoot us back to the Pacific again,
but at higher altitude. You think
you've seen the country? You haven't
seen half! Plenty of romance in
these names between Chicago and
Cheyenne, along the Oregon Trail,
and at Cheyenne the feel of the
West begins. Yes, it still lives in
spirit and in habit if you get back
country enough in here. From
Cheyenne north to the Canadian bor-
der, here lies the Dude Ranch area.
1t is worth chapter all its own. 1t
has one, too. in an amusing little
booklet published by the State of
Montana, which says, "If you are a
visitor from the East we want you to
know that, while in the early days a