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Show The Word from Boulder BY NETIIELLA GRIFFIN This seems to be one of those placid weeks when absolutely nothing except what is strictly routine seems to be happening. Maybe, though, by the time this leaves the printing office. I'll find myself in the position of the radio newsman who broadcast his news report that had been postponed Friday evening for a basketball game. Ho reported that due to a high wind over Cape Canaveral, there would be no attempt at missel launching that night. This wa.5 twenty minutes after the radio broadcast proclaiming the Army's Jupiter C roaring into space had put the Explorer Into orbit. 1 So maybe while I've been napping, things have begun happening around here that I know not of. Maybe one of those testings that Geo-physi-cal men are making along the lines marked by those little sticks that wave bright ribbons near the road maybe one of them has revealed a pool of hidden oil, sufficient to warrant drilling. Maybe an agency in Washington has ruled that GarKane is to have its rightful share of the Glen Canyon power when it is generated. Maybe the State Road Commission but there.that's enough. There's a limit to imagination, even mine. The mail brought a summons from the Governor, a form letter addressed, I presume, to all state legislators and other officers, to attend a conference on highway safety in Salt Lake next Friday. There is no other conference I'd more willingly attend. If there is even a faint hope of finding a means to lessen highway slaughter, we should spare no effort to locate it and act upon it at once. Clyde and Irene King returned Friday from a trip to Salt Lake, where Clydr attended tq some matters ir connection with the Cattle Association, and Irene, as stale president of the Cowbelles organization, attended the annual meeting of the Springvill Cowbelles unit. Irene has begun to put in motion several plans for increasing the membership of the women's auxiliary to the Utah Cattlemen's Association. (continued on back page) i Stranded Geologist Rescued BOULDER My feeling was right Some news was happening, at least to a geologist named Gerald Bruce, working out of Grand Junction for the Atomic Energy Commission. As told by Cecil Alvcy and Burns Ormond who returned last night from the Lower Country, events were somewhat as follows: Mr. Bruce, driving into Circle Cliffs, went down Silver Falls Canyon' to the Escalante river on a check-up mission. His jeep became bogged down in the mud and ice of the river bottom. After laying out all night he gave up trying to extricate his vehicle and walked back to Burns' cabin at the mouth of Silver Falls. Luckily Burns arrived at the camp shortly thereafter. When Burns was ready to return home two days later, he offered Mr. Bruce the only means of transportation, a horse with a packsaddle. They left a note on the door saying they were headed for Boulder. Then the two of them joined Cecil Alvey at his camp that night. Next morning Burns generously traded horses and saddles with his guest. As the three approached a steep, icy slick-rock section of the trail down the ledge, Cecil called to the young man, Better be careful. My mare fell with me right t here a week ago." Immediately Mr. Bruce drew his feet from the stirrups, and at the same instant his horse fell with such force that it bent the steel stirrup. Fortunately the rider fell clear. During the day the men could see an AEC airplane searching above the canyons for the lost Jeep driver. There was also some friends in a jeep who had gone down the Harris in search of the missing man. They found the note, returned to Escalante and then samBBHRnamsaTCBaaaMB came back through Boulder and met the men at Deer Creek. So the story ended not too badly for the young geologist. He can no doubt recover his jeep and complete his mission after his sore places have healed. |