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Show Lost - - - A Hole Leo Burraston and I saw it from the air about a couple of weeks ago; Nels Bogh went to it and climbed down in. Residents of Gar rison have been to it. But Ted Harris Har-ris and I tried to find it Sunday, the dog-goned thing was either lost strayed or stolen, or some cuss pocketed it for spite. It simply wasn't there. I will $2.50 for any person who will meet me on that road and pilot me to it, and I will put up lunch for the party of us. Ted and I left Delta and were joined in Marjum Pass by Bert Sorenson and family; Ted and Bert touna tor the first time there two kinds of trilobites - - agnostus and elrathia, both of Mid-Cambrian age also very strange to say some small crystals, which '"didn't orr ter be there!" They found this in shale, some imbedded in it, a peculiar place to find it. Ted and I ate lunch at Painter Spring. Ted took several color shots of the formations thereabout the great mass of granite which pushes up so spectacularly, and then several of Notch Peak-. I never cease to admire that imposing, im-posing, beautiful scenic sight, a mile high. It is magnificent. Then at King Canyon (Leo and I seen them from the air.) Ted and I saw the numerous Lake Bonneville Bon-neville water terraces which are there. Leo and I counted 36; from the auto Ted and I counted 8. Nev er before have I seen them from a position on the ground. Then we went after the hole which is northeast of Garrison. I was so confident I could find it and was so utterly deflated when I couldn't. I spotted the ranch we must pass; I picked up the stock watering trough and overflow of water. I got correctly located on the point of the hill which was a land-mark to me in the air, but climb as we would for better view Ted and I just simply couldn't find it. Some darn prankster had moved mov-ed it last week or it had floated off into thin air. We were disappointed. dis-appointed. Then home by way of Cowboy Pass. As we approached Knoll Spring, I said, "Must be a fire over there - - see that big lot of smoke." It wasn't smoke at all, but it was a change of wind, now blowing from the north, a cold mass, heavily laden with dust. In a moment we ran into it and every thing was obscured. The sun was dimmed until is looked like a dull two-bit piece hung up there; the mountains disappeared. We were in a Sahara sandstrom. Ted and I have never experienced such a thing before. At nearly Tule Flats, in the white stuff, it looked just like a November snowstorm, with snow falling and snow on the ground. And cold. Farther on, suddenly sud-denly we were at Marjum pass on the far side, and dimly the mountains moun-tains came into view. Ted took a meter reading and it showed 110 the light, of a reading earlier that day. Some dust storm! He took a shot to prove it. Home at half past eight, with our jeans full of trilobites and eyes full of dust but no hole. Will someone volunteer to guide me to it? |