Saturday, September 7, 2002
Steamboat Springs Dear Denver Friends,
As we finished our Arizona Odyssey in mid-April 1937, we found the footlog just ready to go out and Elmer was afraid that the car might get stuck in one of the several holes along the pasture road.
Grandma Stukey had our beds waiting for us. (She knew just about when we would arrive as I had called from Vernal, Utah.) And Elmer had suggested that if we would call when we left Stukey's, he could meet us with team and wagon at the Cochran Bridge.
Well, when Fred talked on the telephone with Elmer the next morning, he told him to have Frances fix a good hot breakfast for the entire crew, and for Elmer to meet us with the '25 Dodge at the Cochran Bridge.
Fred's 25-plus years of motoring between the "Henry Wagon" and the '25 Dodge has given him sound judgment as to when it is practical to use the automobile. Neither one of our automobiles (the '35 Dodge touring car or the '37 Dodge sedan) had the least bit of difficulty on the pasture road between the Cochran Bridge and our house.
All four children, Dorothy, Helen, Billy and Jack, rode home in our Dodge touring car which Elmer drove, and in which Glen Poore also rode and played his fiddle all the way home.
Of course, Fred and I brought up the rear with our family sedan (not knowing what we might encounter around the next bend in the trail).
Well, when we reached our yard gate there the rest of the S Bar S Ranch crew stood at attention with rifles to give us a nine gun salute. Elmer and Glen quickly took their place in the firing squad, which was made up of Elmer and his brother, Henry; my Iowa cousins, Marion and Russell McDonald (who were helping out on the bridge-building crew); Glen Poore, Walt Samuelson and Lee Edgar (the cattle-feeding crew who also helped out on the bridge project); Bob Martin, our bachelor crew cook; and Slim McCormack, Elmer's chief assistant on the bridge-building project.
We were fortunate in having an exceptionally cold winter, resulting in extra heavy ice on the river, making it possible for the horses to do the heavy hauling on the ice. Then, too, it caused the county roads, all snow packed, to hold up better than usual, a real help on all the heavy hauling between the ranch and town. Until next time, sincerely,