July 30, 1926 (Friday)
We left Twin Falls and passed through Yale, a desert station, where we ate dinner behind the machine shop, rather unpleasant but it saved time, for Irl was having a tube patched. Here Lynn picked up and took along an oldish man who had walked in 8 miles leaving his family and crippled car in the desert road. I think it was this p.m. that Bernice’s old duster was lost off the running board box. We thought sure Dad would see it and pick it up, but later we halted and they came up and Dad said, “Ha! That’s what we passed back there!” He seemed quite pleased to have identified the object and we all laughed at him for not doing what we expected. Well, Bernice didn’t care so much and we were glad she didn’t. We were going through desert country mostly that day, it seemed to me, I mean sage country and our next place of interest was American Falls, which are so choked by a gigantic dam as to be spoiled. The great dam was worth seeing being about ¼ mile long but the town most uninteresting. It had been moved some distance from the former site and the trees were all very young.
Pocatello was our next point and is quite a place. Here Dad and I got tinted glasses. It is quite a place, but we were not interested. We passed Fort Hall where the Indian training school was located and met a good many prosperous-looking Indians. Blackfoot doesn’t look much like it did when we passed through it years ago, but the country was pretty and roads good though we got another flat tire. We passed through Firth and Shelley, then into Idaho Falls, which is a nice big town and we were in a public camp at 25 cents. There seemed to be hundreds of cars there, but we got off to ourselves where there was no table, and a girl came over and told us we could have theirs as they were through, but it was a doubtful comfort for it was too high and small. After we were in bed a car rolled in and the people just cranked and the woman said all she wanted was to go to sleep and didn’t care if she never woke up again. The man said she’d better jump over the falls and get out of her misery. In the a.m., we found 3 cars had pulled in close to us and the rough man had to hold up a quilt while his wife dressed. [To be continued . . . ]
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