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Show WHAT A STRANGER SEES NEAR OGDEN. That which we see every day as part of the scenery of (his region of j 'mountains, canyons and valleys may row somewhat commonplace, and htill possess a wealth of beauty for the stranger We may even neglect to explore the wonders at our door because be-cause they are here to be seen at any time we are moved to exert ourselves in the least to gain a greater outlook and a broader vision. And so we nted ! the presence of tho visitor and the J eye of the nw beholder to make us rialize how much we fail to take advantage ad-vantage of thr inspiring things to be I experienced in a few hours' walk. .Tm B Finlev a new cUt.c-t hau I been viewing Ogden and the canyon I from an elevated point. He has walked jinto the portal of the canyon during 'the winter weather and he has felt well repaid, for he so informs us in this letter to The Standard Editor Standard- Arising from your editorial answer in The Standard of Thursday evening, under the caption, "Lake Bonneville Bonne-ville and the Great Salt Lake," I felt impelled, as a nature lover, to undertake a pilgrimage, so to speak, up the mountainside to what must have been the upper water level of th once extensive Lake Bonneville. Before outlining very briefly my journey over the rocks and snow, allow me to thank you most sincerely sin-cerely for our editorial answer a above noted, as it gave me the irap'tus and desire to climb to the former level of the ancient lake. I ascended by the way of what, I presume, you call Taylor canyon. can-yon. It was a strenuous uphill hike over snow and rocks. However, How-ever, one is more than repaid for the lr.bor expended in the magnificent magnifi-cent and very extensive view that is to be had from the higher alti-tudci. alti-tudci. It is only when one climbs to a great height, several hundred feet above the city, that he begins to realize that Ogden is quite an industrial city, judging from the heavy pall of smoke that overhangs over-hangs the city. The view from this part of tho lower Wasatch range, though grand and extensive, is not nearly so enchc.nting as the view from a point high over Oscden canyon. This point I reached after a rather laborious hike over the rocks and . through the snow drifts. The view up the canyon Is one of unforget-able unforget-able magnificence and wintry beauty worth soing many miles to ser. Far below in the canyon can be soeu the cataract and roadway and one can hear the faint murmurs mur-murs of the water in the river as ii flows downward to the valley far below. The hills on either side are a picture of wintry beauty beau-ty with every crevice filled with virgin snow of purest white, and here and there icic' s of long and fantastic shapes i icles that but a short time ago ere miniature waterfalls. Tho view, looki .g high up the canyon, la one of magnificent grandeur, frc:.):, one might almost say. from the designing hand of L the great Creator. Turning from the rugged and jj wild banfv of tho ranvnn In 11 I Its wintry glory of ice and snow, to the immensity of the valley . north and west, one begins to sense the vastness of the one-time lake. I concluded that this point, far up on the mountainside, was to me, at least, "Point Inspiration" Inspira-tion" for all time. However, as a pen picture of the sight on the cliffs above the noise and smoke of the city is far, far above m efforts, I pass it on to someone more able to describe the charming and majestic outlook. out-look. After a prolonged stay at this point, I loathfully retraced my steps to tho lower world and, though the day was well advanced, I could not resist the desire to view the famed Ogden canyon, in all Its winter glory, from the lower low-er roadway. I entered the canyon and followed the roadway for considerably con-siderably over a mile, until I was surrounded by the rock-ribbed mountains that raised their heads thousands of feet above me. I have never had the pleasure of seeing Ogden canyon in the summer, sum-mer, but it must be a scene of beauty to improve upon the Ogden canyon of today in all its ice and snow. As I moved slowly back I to the outer world, I felt inwardly inward-ly as though I were walking down one of the corrridors of time. |