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Show Rev. Allison's Trip to the Grand Canyon Editor Beaver County News. Dear sir: Thinking you would like a short account of our trip to Grand Canyon for your paper, and also that it might interest some of your readers, I am writing this brief account, and hope it will be of interest to some. We started on our trip immediately immediate-ly after dinner on Monday, June 18. The party consisted of Mr. R. G. Siewert, Mrs. Allison, S. D. Allison and the writer. We had planned for the trip and had an outfit of two tents. One was a 7x7 tent with a single pole loaned to us by Mr. Chas. Baxter, and was used for a sleeping-tent sleeping-tent by the writer and his family. The other was an army tent about six feet long by five feet wide and three feet high in the center, owned by Mr. Siewert and used by himself for a sleeping tent, dressing room and parlor. The combined weight of the two tents was almost fifteen pounds. We carried enough bedding bed-ding to keep us warm at twenty below be-low zero or thereabout, and a few cooking utensils, two five gallon cans for water and gasoline, and last but not least, we took the best of all cars our Ford. We figured on some trouble on the way and took four spare tires along, but fortunately we did not need any of them. We were not quite so fortunate for-tunate with our inner tubes; we blew holes in two of them. Our entire en-tire tire troubles were one puncture, and blowouts in two tires. One of the tires we fixed and it blew out again. So we had one puncture and three blowouts on the trip, and all of this trouble within twenty-four hours of leaving home. We camped wherever night overtook us. Our first camping place was about ten miles from Paragonah. near the top of the mountains. It was a delightful delight-ful placek but Mrs. Allison hoard noises. At first she heard a bugle, then it was soipe one playing a horn: she finally concluded that it wa? some one snoring. The rest of us derided that it was a night hawk-that hawk-that made the noise. Our second camping place was three miles north of Alton, in a canyon just over another an-other divide. This camp was by the side of a running stream, with big pine trees -around us an irle;il r amping amp-ing place. Our third tamp wo twenty miles beyond Kanab, our fourth in the Kaibab and fifth at Bright Angel point at the Grand Canyon. The roads were of every imaginable imagin-able kind. From Milford to Pan-guitch Pan-guitch roads were good except a few miles in Little Creek, and Bear Valley. Val-ley. Near Panguitch the roads were rougher than those just east of Milford, Mil-ford, and dusty beyond description. The weather was hot and the travel was not ideal by any means. When we reached Johnson seventeen miles from Kanab, we got into about a mile of deep heavy sand. Here our Ford got stuck and Mrs. Allison took the wheel and Mr. Siewert Sie-wert and myself pushed, and we got through. It made us very happy to know that a six-cylinder Oakland that accompanied us to the canyon had a harder time to get through the sand than we had. The cost of gasoline was thirty cents at Milford, thirty-five cents at Beaver, forty cents at Panguitch and fifty-five cents at Kanab. The scenery along the road is for the most part delightful. Between Panguitch and Alton as we rode over the divide there was a beautiful picture pic-ture of woodlands. At first we passed through a stretch of cedars that looked so regular and symmetrical that it was hard to imagine that they had not been put there by some land-' scape gardener. Then higher up we ran into the pines, and for people who like to see the tall, graceful trees it is positively delightful to rest the eyes on them. Between Hatchtown and Johnson we passed through a canyon that would need the pen of an artist to describe. The road is a winding path, and the sides are mountains of every conceivable shape. We looked and wondered at the architect who planned them, and at every turn of the road some new beauty was spread before our- eyes. There was no water in the canyon, and the road was very dusty and the sun scorching, but if this canyon had the stream of water running through it that runs through Little Zion this writer thinks that this would be the most beautiful.' The rocks are not so high as those in Little Zion, but they are bewitchingly beautiful. But outside of the canyon itself two scenes will be stamped on our minds indelibly. The first began about twenty miles after we left Kanab for the canyon. We had to climb a high grade, and started out early in the morning to make the grade before the sun was too high. By doing so we could keep our engine relatively cool. There we found a picture. The side of the hill was a veritable flower garden. We counted at least a dozen kinds of flowers that would not need to hide from any cultivated flowers. The cacti alone were a feast for the eye of any lover of the beautiful. There were real trees so full of bloom that they were simply a mass of flowers, beautiful beyond description. descrip-tion. God made that flower garden seemingly for himself for few people will see it. The hot sun will scorch everything before the real travel begins. be-gins. The next scene to which I referred was on our way back. .We had traveled trav-eled over desert, through river beds land for several miles it seemed to us , right in the bed of a river when all ' at once we had a vision. We reached : the top. and clown below us lay one i of the most beautiful pictures of i cult ivation that we could imagine fields as green as grass crn he. trn ; and running streams. We 'seemed to see a new world. This was Ifnr-rioiMv, Ifnr-rioiMv, and shows what man cm do when he takes the things that Gou has given and uses them to beautify the land. The scenes through the Kaibab forest are bewildering, everything la j so big. A perscn wonders where ho many trees came from. For about sixty miles we were among the pines ami quaking asps. It seemed that there were millions of them. We camped three nights under the big line trees and the winds wooed un to sleep, and the odor of the pinen filled our lungs with invigorntin: air. The deer came and visited our camp, and some of the gentle creatures creat-ures grazed within a hundred and fifty feet from our camp, and we left them grazing when we went to bed. Mr. Siewert tried to get. a picture of them, but the light was not good enough it being near sunset when they came to see us. The Grand Canyon is one of the big things that God has made to fill mankind with wonder. I can't describe de-scribe it and neither can any other man. I have read descriptions of It. but they did not describe. We went to Bright Angel point and looked down mote than a mile. The thing Is so big that a man is actually afraid. We stood on the rocks and looked down that awful abyss. When a man wants to look down he should lay flat, on the rock and look over, and even then he trembles. We saw the canyon at sunset and again at sunrise saw the lights and uhadows as they came and went, and we came away thinking how wonderful hm Thy works O God. There may lie bigger things than the Grand Canyon, Can-yon, but it is so big that a man realizes real-izes how little he is. and how big God is. We called at St. George and Little Zion on our way homo. Our speedometer said the car had travelled trav-elled over seven hundred miles, and ye are sure that we had one of the most profitable trips that it is possible pos-sible for a citizen of I'tah to have. S. Allison. |