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Show PARKSOFSOUTH UTAH THRILL L. A. TRAVELERS Examiner Motorlogue Party Spends Five Days in Tour of Southern Utah and Northern Arizona Parks The wonders of Southern Utah and northern Arizona were again given publicity in the Los Angeles Examiner Sunday, when an illustrated article by "Seymour "Sey-mour Rhodes" told f a recent trip by the Examiner Motorlogue party, in which they visited the parks of this section, swung north to Lehman caves and returned re-turned to Los Angeles by way of Ely, and Tonopah, Nevada. The article follows: Scouting a vacation trail that is becoming increasingly popular with Southern Californians, a Reo Royale furnished by Herbert Woodward, Inc., left Los Angeles at 2 o'clock on a Thursday afternoon after-noon and checked in again at 8 p. m. the following Tuesday, after af-ter encompassing four of the most gorgeous scenic wonders of the West in a circle tour of approximately ap-proximately 1800 miles. The party breakfasted on Friday Fri-day in St. George, Utah, spent half a day admiring the colorful wonders of Zion, enjoyed a night's rest at Zion Lodge, spent a full day at the Grand Canyon's north rim, saw beautiful Bryce at sunset and again with the dawn, visited Cedar Breaks, scouted Lehman Caves, Nevada's principal national monument, rode through Tonopah and Gold-field Gold-field and arrived home through Big Pine and Independence, "none the worse for wear." Out of Los Angeles over Foothill Foot-hill boulevard to Ontario, then over Highland avenue to the Arrowhead Ar-rowhead Trail, up over Cajon Pass, through Barstow and to the beautiful new Beacon Inn for dinner. Thence a speedway, with only a few miles of road under un-der construction near Jean, all the way to Las Vegas, a roaring metropolis now, as the "jumping off place" for Boulder City and Hoover Dam. Old and good oiled road then as far as Glendale; wide, new and constantly improving road thence to Mesquite .where one crosses from Nevada into a tip of Arizona. From the Arizona plain to the L'tah plateau the road climbs steadily, but gradually; excellent macadam all the way. with a minimum of "washboards," and just as dawn is breaking we roll into L'tah's lush Dixieland, and in a few minutes more we are enjoying a delicious breakfast at one of St. George's several fine hotels. (Continued on page 4) SCOUT PARTY (Continued from page 1) Capitol of Dixie is St. George a beautiful city, and a rich one. The end of the rail is fifty-!fqur fifty-!fqur miles distant at Cedar City. At Anderson's ranch, the road branches from the Arrowhead Trail to the right, through To-q To-q u e r vi 1 1 e and Virgin, and straight ahead looms the great Hurricane fault. We were in Zion country now, christened by Brigham Young, who ever had a warm spot in his heart for this weird but beautiful region. On the way lies Rockville, a lovely village built along a single shaded shad-ed street. The original post-office and desert telegraph station remains well preserved and oc- pn niprl As everyone knows, Zion is another Yosemite. But that does not aptly describe the marvelous blending of colors, ,tfrom sheer white to rich vermillion, with all the shades between, smoothed and polished by years of erosion, winds, snows and rains. It is smaller than Yosemite, fresher, less spoiled in indescribable ways lovlier. At Mt. Carmel Junction the road forks left to Bryce, right to the north rim of the Grand Canyon, Can-yon, 126 miles from Zion. Kan-ab, Kan-ab, southernmost city in Utah, a f f o r ds a much-appreciated breakfast. Fredonia, northmost city in Arizona, and the only town north of the canyon in Arizona, Ari-zona, is but a few miles farther on. Beyond Fredonia, good prairie road, hard, smooth, dustless. And, far ahead, the blue smoke of the Kaibab Plateau. To the portals of Kaibab Forest, sixteen miles away, there is a gradual rise, and from the start of the forest to Jacob's Lake, another sixteen miles, the rise "continues until one has climbed 3000 feet. Before reaching the V. T. Dude Ranch, twenty-two miles away, 1000 feet more elevation has been gained, and the altitude there is 8S00 feet. Add 1500 feet' or so in altitude to all your visions of the Grand Canyon from the south rim. Add trees that are taller and more thickly planted; verdure that is more verdant; imagine yourself almost on top of all those stately forms which you view at a distance dis-tance of twelve miles or more from the South Him, and you have the North Rim. Arriving here for luncheon, there was ample time in the afternoon af-ternoon to visit Points Imperial and Sublime, and to see a glorious glor-ious sunset from Cape Royal, with the Colorado, truly silvery from this height, a mere thread far below. A civilized dinner, almost al-most 200 miles from the nearest railroad. At night a thunder storm far down in the canyon. Sunrise from Bright Angel Point, a forenoon spent lazily on the lodge's balconies," looking down a bit condescendingly on South Rjim folk, across the canyon, can-yon, then we hit the back trail for Mt. Carmel Junction, 103 mi?es to the north. Then 65 miles of fine waterbound macadam maca-dam to Bryce Canyon. Dancing at the lodge after dinner din-ner the luxury of a de luxe cottage, cot-tage, with fire laid in the big stone hearth, a real bath, a real shower and everything. Another Anoth-er night of real sleep. Breakfast, Break-fast, then off again, headed this time for Cedar Breaks, 6 5 miles south and west. A splendid road spirals up from Long Valley Junction through beautiful forest for-est land. Then Cedar Breaks, three and a half miles off the main road 10,250 feet high at the rim. It is the fashion to have luncheon lunch-eon here, but we were much too early, so we continued the 65-mile 65-mile drop into Cedar City, with a pause at a vantage point of 9900 feet for a last glimpse of Zion, 2 5 miles to the southward, across Kolob plateau. The tourist who has time will pass a night here in comfort. We wanted to get home, so we pressed press-ed on to Baker, Nev. From Baker, Bak-er, good roads to Ely, where we snatched a few hours' sleep. Then away to Tonopah. Here the leisurely tourist will wish to stop, and again at Goldfield, both typical camps of forgotten mining min-ing days. But Westgard Pass is ahead, and just beyond is big Pine, where we hit the home stretch. |