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Show A MOTOR TRIP TO THE RIM OF THE BIG DITCH Detailing the Spice of Continental Touring; Amazing Arizona and Weird Desert Lands; Negotiating Bright Angel Trail. across the burro corral and down the first level) into the Greatest Gulch. The interrogation in-terrogation mark of the party pesters the pilot with the usual bromides, as "Did anyone ever die of heart I'uilure?" "How wide are these paths?" "When was my burro last shod?" The official photographer photogra-pher from a side eminence suggests that you "look pleasant," and perpetuates you on a negative, prints of which you may purchase the same evening if you return! re-turn! Devil's Corkscrew. The wom&n always declare frankly that they have a penchant for watching the inside of the trail because they are h fraid. The men always declare thRt they do it because they have heart trouble! At first you see little of sconory because you are so lost in speculation as to how far down that yawning abyss goes; and as to what would happen were the burro car'Vss. But the burro is not cnrrlcss. and nothing happens until you rearh the 1 evil's Corkscrew. This precipitous pre-cipitous zigzag Is so iangeroua that you dismount with a slight impediment in your walk and crawl down furtively. After this yuu begin to iako Btock of this great canyon, a mile deep, thirteen miles across and over two hundred miles long. Yet you eat your lunch in the valley val-ley camp with the shallow of the return Journey still looming up as you peer at the turbulent Colorado. The whole experience ex-perience is like mo mo fantastic dream. But when the pa Ha nt company wind a back to the caravansa ty you beprln to ha a Hie sty, accomplished fHnjc which niHkos you dispuise your lamenewi a vou fall out of the saddle before El Tovur. And the next day! Why, you can't be touched with a twonly-foot pole! No one should miss such a trip. The official photograph alone will remain as documentary evidence nf your daring Israel Put nam -like ride. Motor Life. Amazing Arizona and the American desert! Certainly, these are weird motor countries with which to conjure. The very variety of these great American marvels is the spice of continental touring. tour-ing. Flagstaff is the open sesame to a country of mysteries and allurement. Contrary to the soft-pedal instinct of many motorists, we did not park the car in Flagstaff or Williams and proceed by Pullman to the Greatest Gulch. It would be an insult to first-hand motor experience ex-perience such as we were stalking. So we started on that eighty-mite run to the Rim of the World. We had heard "vhispers about the diabolical roughness of that trail which first keeps in sight of the lofty San Francisco mountains, shuttling by western "tanks," or ponds, and among giant redwoods. We found one stretch where a cloudburst had left a wide rock -morass, comparable to a series of sprawling stone heaps. We went through this area, which had the audacity au-dacity not only to fling up such boulders, but also to pYecipitate us through small but sharp grades. What we would have done without our Blue Books to guide us is not agreeable even to think of. The information whatever what-ever we needed to know was there, whether it was timely touring direction, where to eat, v here to sleep or the nearest point at which to find a garage. Arizona Hospitality. With the road and a generous area of Arizona scenery all to ourselves, we j crept in by speedometer to the place , where Grand View is supposed to be ' located. The trail did widen a bit, and 1 on the right a grea t ark of a building stared down upon us with blackened windows. win-dows. The lone hotel was closed ! Just then a lantern bobbed to the left in the darkness. "Hello !" we called. "Is everything closed here?" The lantern paused as though gazing warily at the dark shape -behind our headlights. A"gain we shouted, but the lantern began to retreat silently. Then voices were audible, and soon the lantern lan-tern in the hand of a lank Individual hove in sight. He looked at us with strong disapproval, but when be saw what he must have heard long before our lights were visible, he grudsinply gave directions for camping over nih. at Grand View. Dame Fortune thus decreed de-creed that we should obtain our first glimpse of the only Grand (,'nnyon the next morninrc under the happiest circumstances circum-stances in wonderful sunlight. After viewing tli is wonder f rom many angles, v. e finally proceed'-'! on our wuy i to Grand Canyon proper. The road from Grand Vlr-w to Ki Tovar runs t h rough I pine-carp' led ways and is chnrming in the extreme. .Most of the Hghi.p'-iJng explorations bnve to be done afoot or burro-back, and the few automobile roads are closed to priva te cars. Bright Angel Trail. Your knowledge of the full siirnifk an'-e of this Greaust Gulch cornes only after rplori!:g it to its depth-;. Of the a nous '.rails, probably the Hricht Angel is the most patronized. The trip become-s a real feat when you Hoot the miniature burro:-, .md the little shlf of a trail which ve.g-z-ms down into the canyon. The expe-l-f-ne br-c-ins like a roinedy when you l"ok fibout at the other intrepid t-i:d-rr'eet who are going to mak' up the cavalcade. The beaviiy u pholM er- Udy of the f-ilk-anfJ-ermine raiment of last night's dinner a p pears in hastily irnprovi'-d Mooii:-rs. viM'.:y minus her King froid. The. steel magnate whoe megaphone voice h I'J up word traffic in one corner, Ijng'-i.-r.rrvously in knickerbockers. A Irvelv lit rle o!d lady chirps gleefully, srntmi.g you into a n--w lease on courage' as you inwardly reasure you:-cif. "If he can do it. I gues-s I Ciin"' Then the frr.u.d marshal of the day appears lib": a Mi'-p-h'-rd with his flock ot ridiculous "mountain "moun-tain goa t.s. " He )or-ks at you a ppra:s-inrrly ppra:s-inrrly as lie nonchalantly proceeds to his task in assigning burros. Then the caravan is off through a gate |