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Show POLLY-ANN MOTORS BY VmiE-WAY Feature Writer Has Big Account of Her Yisit to Southern Utah Scenery. .. CONCLUDES EXHAUSTIVE ACCOUNT IN ARROWHEAD Description of Utah's New Scenic Scen-ic Attraction Fills Entire July Number. The July number of the Arrowhead Arrow-head Mdgatmt is exclusively devoted de-voted to a profusely illustrated and well written description of the Zion Canyon and contiguous attractions, including a graphic description of the; Wylie-Way camps. The article ar-ticle is embellished with many new and exclusive iews taken for the article by the photographer who accompanied Mr. White and party Concluding the article, all of which is extremely interesting, is the following story by "Pollyann," the well-known feature writer, who was also with Mr. White, describing describ-ing her visit to the southern part Utah in her exclusive quaint style: ' Iv Dearest Isabel : Did you look at the postmark on .his letter"' Well, if you did not. just dive down into that dainty pink-ribboned waste basket which I know stands beside your desk and, if the round-faced little Mormon postmistress at Springdale, Utah. whacked the dating stamp hard enough, yu will see that this letter started out on its trip into the great world from just that point. Or no, I am wrong again, for that is where it was given in charge of Uncle Sam. Its real journey began at the Wylie Way camp up in Zion Canyon, and great big good na tured Clint Wylie was i's guardian until the little postmistress sent it on its wav. Oh. 1 realize that you do not know where Zion Canyon is, but 1 1 am just going io tell you all about it. Isabel, it is the most gorgeous place on the face of the earth, for from end to end it a riot of color, col-or, as the society editor would say in describing a mask ball, only, Zion's Colors arc so smooth and blend so perfectly, better than any costumer could blend 'hem. It all happened in a "jiffy," and before 1 really knew anything about it I was on board the Los Angch !S Limited with the Utah station of Lund as my point of unloading. It was a bright June morning when we dropped off there in the middle of the Fsealante Valley with miles and miles of flat country stretching out in every direction and the mountains over the east looking like the ragged edge of a purple tie. Here we were met by the official Oldsmobilc of the Salt Lake Route, and it took us just five minutes to get our duds strapped to the running run-ning board and be under Way to Cedar City, where our first stop was to be made. Now, Isabel, 1 had never gone beyond the lines of the railroad right of way down there in south ern Utah; in fact, I had not even studied up the geography of the country. Of course, I had heard a heap of ion Canyon, for some one has been constantly coming back from a trip there, and for days it would be, "Just look at this ncga live, "Did ymi ever sec such a mountain r" "Wait till I get up there with my centra, I'll show you! some pictures." until we could think, of nothing but pictures and cameras. cam-eras. Well, it was cameras and canyons can-yons this trip, and no mistake, for we had a flock of the latter from the diminutive vest pocket machine up through all the grades to the thousand dollar "movie." which the, artist member of the patty never let out of his sight. Well ! have seen( some of the pictures he has made, and they are gems. There is ose, certainty. The former trips have been amateur tours as far as photos are concerned, and all the cameras must have been mighty weary when the trip was ended, for. while daylight day-light lasted they never let them rest. Nor did anybody else rest for the lark had nothing on the "Boss.", Live thirty was late in his rising Khudlc and the cameras were busy at the first peep of day. Out on the trails we went, with the fresh morning air beating in our, faces, and all of a sudden it was a stop and a set up of one machine or the other. A peek at the ground glass and a discussion as to time, light, etc.. and then mayhap a postponement post-ponement of the exposure until some certain shadow would be just a few inches longer. Why, Isabel, I never knew that there was so much art in photography, but I really believe there is now, that I have watched the system and seen the results. But I am getting away ahead of my yarn. Yes we were on our way to Cedar City with the mountains in sight. Oh, it was a lovely drive. Mighty good road, ami the new Obs Six was performing like a well regulated clock, for -he was the only one of her tribe in that part of the country and had her family dignity to sustain. We were just behind the hour mark when the thirty-live miles of the valley was behind us and the mountains had grown into tower ing peaks, with their summits ing peaks, with their summits looking look-ing away up to the skies Down to the right they showed as one par tieular mountain named like the city. It poked its summit up to the vcr bluest part of the sky, while back at the ridge of the range there were still greater heights, and all of them peppered with the green underbrush un-derbrush and cedar tree Cedar City was my first shrprisc for. instead of the usual common Lsleepy village I found i' a bustling little community perched up here a mile higher than sea level, with everybod) busy every minute. i Then- is a good hotel and lots of comfort, and 1 had friends from 1 former Utah trips to show me what a Southern Utah welcome meant. We had work to do around Cedar, Ce-dar, lor that burgh is some scenery purveyor itself. In fact Cedar is on the rim of a wonderful scenic area. I have seen some of it and am al-ready al-ready pining to see mor: They tell me there will be another expedition in the fall, ard even with the early rising and the hard tramping I am an original volunteer to meet its hardships. Hear how I say it, Isabel, Is-abel, but honestly, beyond walking your feet off and an occasional bump on an unfriendly rock, there was not the first thing to complain of. The "Moss" wanted to be right off after lunch to capture vistas of Cedar Canyon that opens just back of the town, but the trip could not be made in an afternoon, so I visited with my friends while the camera fiend including the "Moss," tested the lenses, loaded magazines, and prepared for an attack on the innocent scenery. Why, Isabel, you would have thought they were preparing for war the way the turned up their outfits. I was deprived of my next mornings morn-ings beauty sleep by an early call, and before the sun had slanted down into the canyon we were on our way. The first ten miles was by auto and was delightful, but it was not long until we ran across a little bridge and came to the end of the road as far as riding was concerned. con-cerned. Well, we farewelled to the autos and there commenced a climb. It , really seemed that we went over the top of the world. It was up gorges, along ledges and around points where it really seemed im possible to go, but for once I was a goat, and when it was all over it did not seem so bad after all, but oh how weary and, incidentally, how hungry we all were. Our objective point as a great Natural Bridge that had been discovered dis-covered last year. I do not wonder that it was hidden for more than half a century, for you could tramp right up Ifld not see it. It certainly is a wonder, and Cedar City is to build an easy trail to reach it. Then it will be one of Utah's star atlrac t ions. It looms up across the head oi a great gorge, with a span of 119 feet and a height of 100 feet under its arch. On top it is thir teen feet wide. We photographed all around it on the way both up and back, for we returned b) a new trail after climbing up to the top of the mountain back of the bridge. It li.el been a glorious day, Label, but that Cedar hotel did look fine, and the nice tittle dinner, served hours late, was most satisfying, but honestly, the big hot bath with which I conked the soreness out of my overburdened bones was the g real joy of the day. Listen, Isabel, K I really believe I was made a moun- M tainecr in one lesson, for I never H felt the trip the next day, although M I noted that "Buck" limped. M You ask who "Ruck" is. Well, by desire he is a moving picture en- H thusiast, but by profession he is a B train dispatcher. To use the slang gH of his own game, "he was shunted H onto the wrong side of the creek," H where there was no ford and no M bridge. Well, it took ffie labor of M the entire aggregation, including a 'M ducking in the creek for our guioe, gV to rescue "Buck" and bring him gS back into the main line again. The mmics were not set up to get it, M but had they been, we would have ggj brought home a "thriller," illustrat- g ing "The Rescue of Buck Esender." The following noon saw us on ggm our way towards Zion Canyon with gB our party augmented by the addi- H tion of Senator Lunt and his fam- H ily, who with several others trav- ftgV eled in one of the big Wylie-Way tgga nine-passenger-National autos that g the l'arry Brothers are operating g between Lund and the "'Wylie- gJ Way" camp in Zion Canyon. I M really hae no words to describe ggj that ride. It was just simply glor- gfl ious with so much to see that it gIJ kept us interested every instant. gIJ There was a stop at Anderson's ranch, where all the "Wylie-Way" H autos stop for "Dixie" fruit and I sometimes a delicious lunch. gV We glided over the Black Ridge H and down through the old town of I Toquerville then a climb to the top M of the Hurricane Fault on a good 19 road, with our Olds sti'l holding to gl its reputation. H From Cedar City it s one grand gH panorama of gorgeous scenery, ftn each mile, seemingly, presenting R something more impressive than gjfl the last. There is the black-rocked M canyon of Ash Creek, the towering ridges of the Pine Valley Moun- ga tains, the blood red sands of To- H querville, the canyon of the Rio M Virgen and the place where the gS world was broken in two, having IB the great Hurricane Fault two H thousand feet high in air. To form aa a contrast, there are scattered al! ga along little settlements with their H quaint homes and green fields, fruit gS orchards ami roses, for down here H in Utah's "Dixie" everything grows I except citrus fruits. M From the top of the Hurricane H Fautl we drove e.istuord over the gj new state highway, built by convict ggf labor, following the north bank of qfl the Rio Virgen up to the little town g3 of Rockville, We saw bewildering S Int. of scenery, but it all dropped fE into the background when our Olds $! topped right in tin' very gateway p of ion Canyon. It was just at -unset, with 'he long shadows to j. (Continued of pago four.) "POLLYANN MOTORS BY WYL1E-WAY." (Continued from first page.) the west and the bright lights on the eastern peaks. Our artist chap raved because we Were too late for a pi hire, seemingly forgr-ttioK that another day was coming. Never in my life have I seen its equal, It possesses tne grandeur of the Grand Canyon, the weird color tngi of the Yellowstone, the majj- nincance of the Yoscmito and a wonderful type of formations that are its cry own. Those two great temples that on eat and west flank inn's southern porta! are. by long odds, the most marvclously glorious mountains T have ever seen. The Western temple is a wondrous thing, 'done in white and grav, and surmounted sur-mounted hj hlood-red top that hangs four oiousand feet ahovc the canyon's floor, while its eastern mate is only a trifle lower .and, though of different foim, just as impressive. Then there is a row of towers stretching northward from the western temple, each marvclously mar-vclously formed, and, oh Isabel, it makes me shudder, for nt the northern north-ern end of these towers is a great peak of white and yellow with its top cut off flat. Down from its edges drip great streaks of red just like blood, and they call it the alter of sacrifice. Oh, but it is rightly named, for it really looks it, and the creepy feeling that comes over you when jou think thai maybe, a-way a-way hack in the countless ages, this might have heen a gigantean altar, hut no, it is only red sandstone; mixed in with the white and yellow,' yet, with its name, it is creepy just; the same. (Continued next Wtk.) |