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Show Tlic water runs very utiielly I li ron nil 1 Jixtip poiiilFiicuL Draw and the Veil of Tears, names from legends le-gends by Indians. We stop here for pictures, and Wes finds a cave with names on the walls. The fishing is grand, and we women catch some while the men are taking tak-ing pictures. Roy kidded me about losing some fish because of my habit of throwing them up over my head into the rocks. On down the river to Tee Pee Draw. We could hear the rumbling rum-bling of the water In the canyon, and my pulse quickened, as this was the first fast water we had come to. There were rapids for about 2 miles, and what a thrill! I had never experienced anything quite like it. I was sure I would enjoy every minute of the trip now. j We stop t get pictures of deer. Wes was walking along the river bank and calls for Sally and me to come quick. When we come up to him we are delighted with what we see. A small fawn, lying under a bush as still as though dead. The men say it is very young. We take pictures of it. Thinking the fawn quite helpless help-less we lay it down while we prepare pre-pare our lunch, and it jumps up and runs away. Next we come to the Natural Temple at Five Springs Draw, that the Hatchs found two years ago. They said it was just as picturesque pic-turesque as before. The rocks were balanced on top of one another an-other and looked as though a little wind would blow them down. On down the river to a nice camp site. We found an ideal place one and one-half miles above Big Joe Rapids. Roy had planned a mulligan mulli-gan stew for this night his favorite camp dinner. Sally and I helped peel the vegetables, consisting con-sisting of carrots, potatoes and onions. Also in the stew were steak, hamburger, sausage, bay leaves and cheese, and the coffee was beginning to give a delightful aroma, and to me this was the most delicious supper we had while on the river. we have our choice of walking or riding. We all speak to ride, button but-ton our life belts, and away we go. What a ride! A ten-foot wave comes up and slaps Bus on the back, and he is drenched. We ladies la-dies get off pretty easy. Pictures were taken of this rapid, and It's too bad they don't talk, because we were screaming with all our might. We go on down the river leaving leav-ing Big Joe behind conquered. We sight more deer, especially does with little ones a touching sight. The wind is blowing terribly hard now, and the men are working hard to keep the boats straight. Bus says Harden's Hole is just ahead, and a good place to stop. We soon reach there and are glad to get off the water, as it is very rough. Out. on the bank, the sand is blowing furiously. It seems to always find our eyes, nose and mouth, until we can hardly see each other. We try to eat, just get the food on our plates and a I large gust of wind peppers our food with sand. We decide to hike up to the large cave known as Haren's Hole, which was used by the Indians at the time of the Meeker Massacre. On the way up, I could feel myself in the place of the old pioneers, pio-neers, surrounded by blood-thirsty Indians. It was a beautiful sight from there "with many different views. Inside the cave was the whitest, finest sand I had ever seen. We were out of the wind here, too, and abTe to see again. We came back down to the boats, but found it impossible to take to the river again because of the wind. We decide to climb on a large rock for protection from the blowing sand. After waiting about an hour, the wind calms down and we decide de-cide to go on. The men had a struggle with the boats for awhile, but as we turn the bend in the river, we see a wild goose and little ones. The first boat is going go-ing to shore and waves for us to approach quietly. After landing, we learn that they had seen a beaver, and wanted to get closer for pictures. Sensing we were From Lily, Colorado, To Jensen, Utah Through Split Mountain Canyon Whirlpool Canyon and Big Joe Dra morning, start his horses,- and swim back. Friday morning, we are packed and ready to go, but the wind is blowing again. We forget that in the excitement of an old goose, gander, and two little ones. The goose goes to one side of the river and keeping her head under the water either tries to make believe she is hurt or is trying to hide. Roy gets his camera and goes after af-ter her, getting some good pictures. pic-tures. The goose went ahead of us i about 50 feet and stayed that way for about five miles, riding the rapids as they come, which was quite a sight. The wind has quieted now, and it's a beautiful day. A deer moves on ahead of us into the trees. There are two large bucks standing stand-ing heads together on top of a cliff. They seem to sense danger and start moving faster and faster. fast-er. We decide to get some pictures. pic-tures. The first boat stops and (Continued on page 13, Section 2) ; i By MADELINE DESPAIN Mr. and Mrs. Wes Eddington of Salt Lake City, husband Roy Despain, and myself, left Springville the morning of Tuesday, June 13, 1939, for Vernal. It was a beautiful day and we arrived there about 2 o'clock. Bus and Eva Hatch, veteran river runners, joined us in Vernal, and we proceeded on out to Lily, Colorado, where we were to start our boat trip through Yampa (Bear) River and flrppn Rivpr rnnvnn Wo ay- and Green River canyon. We ar-i rived at this point just at dusk, and the men took some silhouette pictures of the boats and party. I was thrilled and excited since this was all new to me. The scen- ery was very beautiful with thej water calmly running by us, and I the mountains silhouetted in the near, he soon disappeared. On we go, more deer, lots of them, some quite wild, and others curious. Our next stop was to be across the river from Mantle's ranch. We have a very beautiful camp site, with large overhanging cliffs in the background. Boxelder trees are very thick all around us and the river is gorgeous. The men had told us they would like to see Mantle's and across the river we now can see two white horses, and it looked as though there was a man also. We ladies suggest preparing pre-paring supper while the men go over and visit out first signs of human beings on the river thus ' far. We had been told this ranch was on the river, and that the tenants had children. The men had brought a bag of candy down the river for them. Being many miles by pack from civilization, this proved o be quite a surprise to the boy. The men back and supper over, we were weary after the strenuous strenu-ous day of wind and sand, so decide de-cide to retire. Just barely light and I am awakened by Roy saying say-ing he had been out taking pictures pic-tures and watching the beaver in the river, when Mr. Mantle called call-ed over and asked if he would start the horses back across the river. Roy had come to call the other, men to get some pictures. We learned that Mr. Mantle kept his horses over here at night and would swim the river over in the distance. We pitched our three balloon silk tents along the river bank and with our lighted fire in front we had a very cozy camp. We've had our supper, and decide de-cide to unroll our eleeping bags. What's this? Roy has left his sleeping bag and also mine at home. He had shown them to some scouts and then had not put them back with, the other things to take. He remembered very plainly now. Well, too bad. We had taken extra blankets and so had the others so we had plenty of bedding. bed-ding. Bus Hatch cries out in the night that his air mattress is blown up too hard and he cannot sleep. His wife comes to the rescue and all is quiet once more except for an occasional fish splashing in the river. Wednesday morning bright and early the first thing that greeted my ears was laughing from the other tents. The men built a large bonfire, cooked breakfast which was very delicious, and after taking tak-ing a few movies we were ready to start on our trip. I was really excited by now, and eager to see how it was to ride the river. Bus and Eva Hatch and Wes Eddington started in the first boat. The men had taken that boat down the Green river last year, and' incidenally I felt quite honored hon-ored because it had been given my name. Sally Eddington, Roy and I were in the second boat. My husband had spent considerable time preparing this boat for the trip, his hobby being that of designing de-signing and building outdoor equipment. The boat, a new design, de-sign, proved very satisfactory for river use. The tents, made of balloon silk, were up in a row now against a cliff, and it was growing dark, so we decided to call it a day. The tents were just the right size for two beds and along the sides up . to the front was plenty of room for equipment. Settling down in my bed I was very comfortable, but I felt as though I was riding the rapids still, until I finally fell asleep. Well, morning here, Bus comes into the tent with a wash bowl of warm water, soap and towel. He informed me the ladies were to have breakfast in bed, and of course were to wash our hands. Home was never like this. The next thing I know, my breakfast was on my lap and I was ready for it. Maybe we can blame our appetite to the atmosphere it seemed we were always hungry. The breakfast included hot biscuits, bis-cuits, fried fish, and all that goes with it. I was in my tent alone now to enjoy the meal. The sun was shining brightly and I'm sure I could never be any more at peace with the world than this morning. Breakfast over, we ladies decide de-cide to take a bath. The water was cold, but refreshing. We felt like new now, and ready to take what the day had in store for us. We shoved off and traveled slowly. slow-ly. The wind was coming up now and a breeze went under Roy's hat and it was gone for good. Soon after we left we could hear the water ahead and the veterans said it was Big Joe Rapid. The men had been speaking of this, and it was to be one of the worst on the Yampa river. They stopped the boats, went ahead to investigate. Come back and tell us "Welcome, Little Stranger" The beauty and joys of the trip have been shared alike by everyone every-one in the party. The beautiful blue skies, bluer than I have ever seen them. Mountains, canyons, can-yons, and all of nature have helped help-ed to give us an understanding of our friends as in no other way you can learn them. Before we leave this river, we are already looking forward to next year and another river trip. ing the oarsman and filling the boat with water. We are several hours overdue at the mouth of the canyon, and do not stop for many pictures. We feel the wind coming up a little now, and as we round the' bend, we hear the rumbling of : water. The rapids are fast and close together through here. Wei in the second boat slow up and wait for the lead boat to go through. There are two very large rocks about 20 feet apart, we are to go between them. We start, but the wind is blowing terribly and with the current of the river is forcing our boat into the direction direc-tion of the large rock on the left. Roy is sure there is no way to avoid hitting it, and shouts for Sally and I to lean towards the rock. The boat hit the side with a terrible force,, and I was really frightened, looking down at the boat and expecting to see the water wa-ter gushing in on us. To our surprise sur-prise it is safe; it had stood the thud and wa"s" coming around the rock on into the boiling rapids. The other boat was already starting start-ing back thinking we must have cracked up and we could see the relieved expression on their faces, with the exception of Wes. He looked at his wife, Sally, who was in our boat. She hadn't buttoned her life jacket and it frightened him so to think of what may have happened had she gone in the river. He hiccoughed the rest of the way down the canyon, according ac-cording to Mrs. Evans. The rest of the way seemed rather quiet. We begin shouting now, hoping the people at the mouth of Black canyon waiting for us will know we are nearing. - This has been such a clean and enjoyable trip, more than I had anticipated. We have had no insects, in-sects, mosquitoes or flies. Everything Every-thing has been green and fresh with the exception of the sandstorm. sand-storm. As we come to the end of our trip, the events of the past week flash through my mind. and very quiet. The river runs rather ra-ther wide, and on either side are high black marble cliffs. Here and there on these cliffs were shelves, that to me resemble terraces. These had pines and other varieties varie-ties of green vegetation on them. The rest of the cliff was marble with no sign of plant life. This was just almost too much beauty to least one's eyes on in such a short time. I, like Sally, was running run-ning out of a way to describe the beauty, so I leaned back in the boat, looking up, and enjoyed the sights to the fullest. We were not able to take pictures of this canyon, can-yon, as it was late afternoon, and was too dark, and L did want to be able to remember this! We are getting into fast water and are ready for the thrills. Some rida though here, and much fun. We arive at Jones' Ceek clear water, good and cold, a wonderful wonder-ful camp ground with trees very dense, and beautiful scenery, all in our possession for two nights and one day, as we are to stay here all day Saturday and leave Sunday morning for the last part of our trip. We ladies decide to take a swim while the men were unloading the boats. So with soap, towel, wash cloth and a change of clothing, we leave, and travel what to us seemed quite a way. All agreed to proceed with the swim. Eva, being very used to cold water, goes right in, but Sally and I are slow, but we finally get in and enjoy the splash. Dressing again, we feel better, and go back to camp. The men begin kidding us about the nudist colony, and alas, looking out through the trees, they could see us from camp! Wes had -left to go fishing fish-ing when we did, but Roy and Bus were there right on the spot. The tents are up, beds made, and supper about ready. The bed feels good tonight and it isn't long before be-fore sleep overtakes us. Saturday morning I awaken with a light rain beating on the tent, and Roy singing as he dresses. Oh, it's nice to get up in the morning, but it's nicer to stay in bed! With this I turn over, believing the last part to be right. This was to be a morning of breakfast in bed, I understood, and so it was. The grandest fried potatoes, and onions done Bus Hatch style, bacon and egges, hot biscuits. Believe Be-lieve me, when -these men cook they really put on a feed and we ladies felt as though we were favored fav-ored quite a lot with all this service. ser-vice. Breakfast over, and I learn all that's left of Wes are two burned crisp shoes. He had put them on a log to dry the night before, getting them wet in the creek. The log continued burning during the night, and that was all there was left. It was a laugh on Wes. He notified us, however, that he The day included trout fishing, fish-ing, cat fishing, and resting. To complete the day, a very good supper sup-per of trout was enjoyed. We retire re-tire early as we are to have an early start with a long drive ahead. We are to arrive at Jensen in the afternoon; cars will be waiting there. We are up and packed ready to leave our last camp site, and it gives me a strange feeling almost al-most sad knowing we're leaving the river behind. We enjoy the ride through Split Mountain Canyon, and soon arrive at Rupple's Ranch. We are greeted greet-ed by Mr. and Mrs. Evans, who have been expecting us, being personal per-sonal friends of Bus and Eva. We tied our boats and walked to the house. Rested awhile, had a nice dinner, and then out to the corral where there were two beautiful riding horses saddled. We all take our turn for a good ride. Mrs. Evans, owner of the ranch, being an expert equestrienne, it was a thrill to watch her. Pictures were taken of the pet deer they have had for about one year then. Persuading Mrs. Evans to ride down the river with us, while her husband drove the car to Vernal, we again take to our boats. Living on this ranch for 34 years, this was the first time Mrs. Evans had been down the river by boat. We used a motor to pull both boats through Island Park. Very still wa'ter and Islands all through here. Now we come to Rainbow Park, thus called because of the rainbow coloring on a mountainside. mountain-side. Bus informs us we are yet to encounter the hardest rapids on the five-day trip in Black canyon. We are yet many miles from civilization. Should we have trouble, trou-ble, it would be serious. We stop and the men go to look over the worst rapids. Coming back, they tell us to put on our life belts and hold onto the ropes along each side of the boats. The lead boat goes through riding the high waves, and arrives at the other end safely. Mrs. Evans was in the first boat, but she has walked around some of the rapids. She seems to "be enjoying the boat trip. Bus waves us to come on. We are started now and suddenly sudden-ly realize that anything can happen. hap-pen. It is thrilling beyond words to describe. At times it seems the boat leaves the water almost entirely, en-tirely, then plunging into the next wave causing the water to come back over the front deck drench- FROM LILY, COLORADO, TO JENSEN, UTAH, THROUGH SPLIT MOUNTAIN CANYON, . WHIRLPOOL CANYON AND BIG JOE DRAW (Continued from Page 7, Sec. 1)' Bus goes up the mountain-side. Tbis frightens the buck deer, and by this time Roy and I are climbing climb-ing the mountain. Here come the deer toward us, up to the foot of the cliffs. Roy goes up and they are frightened, coming down lower low-er to get through. Roy shouts for me to go down and chase them back toward Bus. I'm running as fast as I can, and oh, there goes one by; I was sure I could feel a breeze as he passed me, not more than five feet away! I kept going and got up on a large rock just in time to frighten the other deer back. Bus had his camera all set, and met this deer face to face. We move on, arriving at Warm Springs Draw, tie the boats and admire one of the highest perpendicular per-pendicular cliffs in the world, ac- the largest doe of the three, and a healthy-looking animal. She jumped jump-ed to the tree, but alas, was stranded. She tries for some seconds sec-onds to get out and finally makes it, falling to the ground. The third one follows. The three of them run up along the mountainside, happy to be away from us again. They furnished us with a wonderful wonder-ful sight, and one I'm sure I shall never forget. That one thing to me made the whole trip very worthwhile if there had been nothing no-thing else. Roy comes back informing in-forming us he is sure he got some movies but had run but of film, not known just when. On around the bend, beautiful Steamboat Rock comes into view. This rock is the junction of the Yampa and Green rivers. We stop across the river from this rock and have lunch while taking in all the beautiful sights. Lunch over, we go on drifting quietly. "r The water seems greener now, this being Green River. Roy has been wearing his improvised im-provised hat today, made from one-gallon ice cream cartons, with his tie across the top of the hat and under his chin. There is just enough wind to blow the back of his hat up, causing the front end to come down over his face. Being rather busy rowing right now, this proves uncomfortable. He just gets it up on top, and another gust of wind puts it over his eyes again. Sally and I laugh about this but not too lond. We decide there must be, a picture of that , hat. Going on, we are now entering Whirlpool canyon. This is a marvelous mar-velous sight. The water is a continuous con-tinuous whirlpool through here . . cording to science. We go on slowly, slow-ly, taking in all the sights. These immense walls on either side of us, the blue sky overhead, and the river, all so very majestic, we as humans in our boats seem very small indeed. Sally Eddington had been commenting com-menting on the beautiful scenery looking up to the high walls, and finally when she had said everything every-thing she could to explain the beauty, she turned to me and said, "Oh, isn't this heaven!" And it seemed to me to be the best way of putting it after all. We see deer and geese along the way, but ahead we see three deer move on an island in the river. The first boat had stopped and was warning warn-ing us to do likewise. We now see that the deer are heading toward us. What a thrill! Roy grabs his camera, goes across the island towards them, but he cannot cross the river, which was about 25 feet wide and very deep. He stands as close to them as possible; they are on a high cliff now, with a large boulder tree just above the cliff, and sandy beaches below. The deer are very frightened. The thing we least expected was going go-ing to happen. The first doe gets enough courage and jumps, landing land-ing right in the top of the tree. She then fell from the tree to the ground. Excitement is the word! The second one followed |