DAY 1 – YELLOWSTONE TRIP

Car on left is Lynn's; car on right, Earle's.

In 2008, when I was fairly new to blogging, I posted a 20-part series regarding Ina’s trip to Yellowstone National Park in 1926. In this centennial year, I decided to expand on those posts. Some will be quite long, others rather short.

As always, my main character is my grandmother, Ina. She kept a travel journal, so the words are mostly hers. However, other voices chime in from time to time. Born in 1870, Ina was 55 in 1926 and already old-fashioned for the times. It comes out in her manner of speaking.

Our travelers had barely left home when Ina began to write a journal in the form of a letter to daughters Ethel and Myrtle at the farmhouse.

Dear Girls,

Shall write my first to you while Earle and the boys mend a flat tire. We stopped to gaze at some wonderful bluffs, and Earle discovered a flat and a nail hole. To begin, you must understand our keen delight in being off for Yellowstone. The breeze was coldly keen, and Vance soon pulled on a sweater and Bernice pulled up her collar.

Salmon River Hill -- photo by Vance

We noted that at least half the fall grain was in the shock or being shocked. We saw a threshing machine this side of Russell and several combines closer to Nezperce. The grain looks wonderful. Just at the Catholic Church, Earle stopped because the engine began to sputter but only for a minute. Then we proceeded on to Nezperce. We put in 35 minutes there. Bernice got a dandy pair of lined britches in brown mixture ($3.00). Dad got two new shirts and a pair of regular pants ($2.00), but he had to take blue in shirts. We couldn’t get lettuce so got bananas. I got this tablet and 10 cents worth of gum.

View from summit, White Bird Hill, N&S Hwy (postcard)

The engine “bogged” to Craigmont. Then Earle got it looked after, and we were there nearly an hour. We were all starving by that time and drove out for a ways and stopped where some big locust trees hung out over the road. We set the box on a bank and proceeded to fill up. Everybody enjoyed the creamed cheese and noted that the salad dressing was fine. We got two big heads of lettuce in Cottonwood but also ate the corned beef hash and thought it good. But oh – the flies were terrible! We were near a barnyard and some nice young dominicks came out to eat our crumbs.

Box Canyon, Salmon River, N&S Hwy (postcard)

We got to Grangeville in due time and left there at 2:00 p.m. We got paper towels and some postcard views. We soon crossed the mountain and dropped down into the Salmon River canyon – 3,000 feet in 12 miles. The highway is very scenic, a good deal like Lewiston and Uniontown, but the canyon itself is magnificent. The river is beautiful – green mostly. White Bird is 18 miles from Grangeville – a dilapidated little town. From there to New Meadows is 72 miles and the road is fine though not graveled.

Salmon River Hills, photo by Vance

We are all feeling fine. It was pretty hot for a while along this rim, but a cool wind is blowing now. I’m getting hungry. We thought we would make Cambridge, but Dad says we will more likely make Pollock. We see many cars loaded much as ours are. I have already thought of many ways to shift the load and contrive more convenience.

Had a blow-out after this and had to camp at Riggins. Had lots of fun. Made 127 miles. For supper we had fried potatoes, bacon, coffee, and the remains of our butter and strawberry jelly.