The honorable Rosemary and the honorable Royal entered into honorable matrimony and honorably conceived a tiny Tinnin, for which cause Rosemary was honorably discharged from the airforce, where she and Royal had honorably served together.
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The honorable Rosemary and the honorable Royal entered into honorable matrimony and honorably conceived a tiny Tinnin, for which cause Rosemary was honorably discharged from the airforce, where she and Royal had honorably served together.
GREAT TRIP BY AUTOMOBILE by A.T. Bowling
This article was written by Grandma Rosemary's Grandpa, Attison Bowling, of a roadtrip he took at the age of 63, just 10 years before he died. Rosemary (Bowling) Tinnin was born a month before her Grandpa took this trip.
GREAT TRIP BY AUTOMOBILE
A.T. Bowling Writes Interestingly of Automobile Trip to California
We take pleasure in printing the following letter received yesterday from Mr. A.T. Bowling who with his family have just reached California after an interesting and uneventful auto trip.
Thermal, Calif
June 27th, 1924
Dear Friends:
Having been requested by many friends in old Garrard Country to write them an account of our trip, I will write one letter to all, with the kind assistance of the Central Record.
We left home June 10th, found the roads good in Central Kentucky, but awful bad in the Salt River section. Entered Louisville in a heavy rain storm; crossed to New Albany and detoured ten miles. Camped in a beautiful grove near Greenville, Ind.
June 11th, Drove thru a fine county in a heavy fog. Passed thru Bedford, the "Stone City;" struck the old national trail near Brazil, Ind., and turned due west. This old trail is called the "Broadway of America," from Brazil to St. Louis, a distance of 150 miles is one solid block of concrete. Camped at Veva Park, III.
June 12th: Drove thru Illinois; passed thru the great City of St. Louis, where we sought the Auto-club for instructions. Detoured ten miles; camped at Altamont Park, Mo.
June 13th: Found the road very bad. At one place the State Road Commission kept a man and team to pull tourists thru a deep creek. We ferried the Gasconade river at Mt. Sterling, Mo. It was a very large river and very full. That night we camped at Smithton, Mo.
June 14th: Drove thru the corn (CORN) belt of Kansas. The young corn looked fine. The roads were mostly dirt pikes, but were for the greater part fairly good. That night we camped at Osage, Kans.
June 15th: Drove thru the wheat belt of Kansas. The wheat fields were certainly a great show. They were just beginning to take on a gold tinge. We had to do some detouring. We camped that night at Great Bend, Kans. This was a fine camping place, under a grove of Cottonwood trees. Many tourists were camping there.
June 16th: We passed thru the Prairie district of Kansas. Saw Jack rabbits, borroughs and one Indian. We were glad to get out Old Kansas. From Kansas City to the Colorado line is 516 miles. That day we had a little tire trouble. Camped at Holly, Colo.
June 17th: Drove thru the Sugar belt section of Colorado. The young beets looked nice and thrifty. Our road passed over many irrigating ditches. It was quite a show for us to see them turning the water on their fields. We passed over the Prairies of Western Colorado, where we saw only cactus, sage brush and prairie dogs. We drove all afternoon with the Rockies in sight, with their snow-capped summits glittering in the sunshine; with the hot prairie winds blowing in our faces. Late in the afternoon we crossed over the mountain, 8,300 feet high , and camped at Raton Pass, N.M.
June 18th: We drove most of the way thru the Rockies and saw many wonderful sights. We passed thru Cimerall Canyon and to the summit of the mountains, 8,800 feet high, where we came to Eagles-Nest Lake, a beautiful clear lake. The road ran along the side of the lake. We measured its length by our speedometer, 3 1/2 miles and I suppose about a mile wide at its widest place. The snow laid on the peaks nearby; the winds seemed to be blowing from every direction, first a cold and then a hot gush would strike you in the face. We passed down a rugged canyon and came to the bank of the Rio Grande river. We passed thru many Indian towns and Mexican villages, built of adobe (sun-dried bricks). We saw many Indians. We camped at Santa Fe just at dark.
June 19th: Left Santa Fe late in the morning and drover over several broad plains, each divided by a narrow range of rugged hills, where the road turned to every point of the compass. Then down the broad Rio Grande we passed the village of Isleta, which is the largest Indian town in the United States. Our roads today were fairly good. Camping at Magdelens, N.M.
June 20th: (SOME OF THIS HAS BEEN DESTROYED)... table lands with the mountains in sight on either side. We saw many herds of sheep, also a wild deer. Passed thru a national pine forest. This timber looked good after traveling so many miles over treeless plains. Water is scarce in this section, but in this forest was a large clear lake with many ducks swimming gin it; this was the wildest looking place I ever saw. We then crossed the Continental Divide, which is 8,300 feet above the sea level. The road was fairly good. We camped early in the afternoon at St. Johns, Arizona.
June 21st: We saw the greatest sight today of the whole trip. We passed thru the celebrated petrified forest. It belongs to the government, and I suppose covers several hundred acres. We walked out some 300 years thru the grounds. The ground was covered with the fragments. I found a few low stumps which had been broken off just above the ground. There were blocks of most any length and logs up to 40 feet long all round and perfectly natural. The whole vicinity presented a strange and weird appearance with its sandstone domes; some white as snow. All of these blocks and logs were of the very heaviest kind of stone. We camped this night where many tourists were camping, in the City Park, at Flagstaff, Ariz.
June 22nd: Drove over a prairie, broken occasionally by rugged low lying hills; pass an oil field, also a small gold mine. Stopped early in the afternoon for supper at Kingman, Ariz. As we had decided to cross the desert at night, we now crossed a range of high rugged mountains where we saw a large gold mine, with its mining town. We now crossed the Colorado river into California, and at midnight, camped by the roadside until morning.
June 23rd: We started out early and drove over the sandy road as best we could. About 4:30 P.M. we pulled into the little city of Victorville and the great Mojave desert, with its 270 miles of waste and sand plains, lay behind us. We now entered the beautiful Cajon Pass, on a fine asphalt road; camped at the most beautiful camp of the whole journey.
June 24th: Drove thru San Bernadino, the gateway to Southern California. Here a cool breeze from the Pacific was gently ruffling the treetops; orange groves laden with golden fruit, gardens , vineyards and beautiful homes were everywhere. This looked to us like a paradise after traveling a thousand miles over parched, worthless lands. We reached Los Angeles at noon.
We all enjoyed the trip immensely; had no trouble, only one tack puncture and one rim pinched tube. Our speedometer registered 2,761 miles.
A.T. Bowling
GREAT TRIP BY AUTOMOBILE
A.T. Bowling Writes Interestingly of Automobile Trip to California
We take pleasure in printing the following letter received yesterday from Mr. A.T. Bowling who with his family have just reached California after an interesting and uneventful auto trip.
Thermal, Calif
June 27th, 1924
Dear Friends:
Having been requested by many friends in old Garrard Country to write them an account of our trip, I will write one letter to all, with the kind assistance of the Central Record.
We left home June 10th, found the roads good in Central Kentucky, but awful bad in the Salt River section. Entered Louisville in a heavy rain storm; crossed to New Albany and detoured ten miles. Camped in a beautiful grove near Greenville, Ind.
June 11th, Drove thru a fine county in a heavy fog. Passed thru Bedford, the "Stone City;" struck the old national trail near Brazil, Ind., and turned due west. This old trail is called the "Broadway of America," from Brazil to St. Louis, a distance of 150 miles is one solid block of concrete. Camped at Veva Park, III.
June 12th: Drove thru Illinois; passed thru the great City of St. Louis, where we sought the Auto-club for instructions. Detoured ten miles; camped at Altamont Park, Mo.
June 13th: Found the road very bad. At one place the State Road Commission kept a man and team to pull tourists thru a deep creek. We ferried the Gasconade river at Mt. Sterling, Mo. It was a very large river and very full. That night we camped at Smithton, Mo.
June 14th: Drove thru the corn (CORN) belt of Kansas. The young corn looked fine. The roads were mostly dirt pikes, but were for the greater part fairly good. That night we camped at Osage, Kans.
June 15th: Drove thru the wheat belt of Kansas. The wheat fields were certainly a great show. They were just beginning to take on a gold tinge. We had to do some detouring. We camped that night at Great Bend, Kans. This was a fine camping place, under a grove of Cottonwood trees. Many tourists were camping there.
June 16th: We passed thru the Prairie district of Kansas. Saw Jack rabbits, borroughs and one Indian. We were glad to get out Old Kansas. From Kansas City to the Colorado line is 516 miles. That day we had a little tire trouble. Camped at Holly, Colo.
June 17th: Drove thru the Sugar belt section of Colorado. The young beets looked nice and thrifty. Our road passed over many irrigating ditches. It was quite a show for us to see them turning the water on their fields. We passed over the Prairies of Western Colorado, where we saw only cactus, sage brush and prairie dogs. We drove all afternoon with the Rockies in sight, with their snow-capped summits glittering in the sunshine; with the hot prairie winds blowing in our faces. Late in the afternoon we crossed over the mountain, 8,300 feet high , and camped at Raton Pass, N.M.
June 18th: We drove most of the way thru the Rockies and saw many wonderful sights. We passed thru Cimerall Canyon and to the summit of the mountains, 8,800 feet high, where we came to Eagles-Nest Lake, a beautiful clear lake. The road ran along the side of the lake. We measured its length by our speedometer, 3 1/2 miles and I suppose about a mile wide at its widest place. The snow laid on the peaks nearby; the winds seemed to be blowing from every direction, first a cold and then a hot gush would strike you in the face. We passed down a rugged canyon and came to the bank of the Rio Grande river. We passed thru many Indian towns and Mexican villages, built of adobe (sun-dried bricks). We saw many Indians. We camped at Santa Fe just at dark.
June 19th: Left Santa Fe late in the morning and drover over several broad plains, each divided by a narrow range of rugged hills, where the road turned to every point of the compass. Then down the broad Rio Grande we passed the village of Isleta, which is the largest Indian town in the United States. Our roads today were fairly good. Camping at Magdelens, N.M.
June 20th: (SOME OF THIS HAS BEEN DESTROYED)... table lands with the mountains in sight on either side. We saw many herds of sheep, also a wild deer. Passed thru a national pine forest. This timber looked good after traveling so many miles over treeless plains. Water is scarce in this section, but in this forest was a large clear lake with many ducks swimming gin it; this was the wildest looking place I ever saw. We then crossed the Continental Divide, which is 8,300 feet above the sea level. The road was fairly good. We camped early in the afternoon at St. Johns, Arizona.
June 21st: We saw the greatest sight today of the whole trip. We passed thru the celebrated petrified forest. It belongs to the government, and I suppose covers several hundred acres. We walked out some 300 years thru the grounds. The ground was covered with the fragments. I found a few low stumps which had been broken off just above the ground. There were blocks of most any length and logs up to 40 feet long all round and perfectly natural. The whole vicinity presented a strange and weird appearance with its sandstone domes; some white as snow. All of these blocks and logs were of the very heaviest kind of stone. We camped this night where many tourists were camping, in the City Park, at Flagstaff, Ariz.
June 22nd: Drove over a prairie, broken occasionally by rugged low lying hills; pass an oil field, also a small gold mine. Stopped early in the afternoon for supper at Kingman, Ariz. As we had decided to cross the desert at night, we now crossed a range of high rugged mountains where we saw a large gold mine, with its mining town. We now crossed the Colorado river into California, and at midnight, camped by the roadside until morning.
June 23rd: We started out early and drove over the sandy road as best we could. About 4:30 P.M. we pulled into the little city of Victorville and the great Mojave desert, with its 270 miles of waste and sand plains, lay behind us. We now entered the beautiful Cajon Pass, on a fine asphalt road; camped at the most beautiful camp of the whole journey.
June 24th: Drove thru San Bernadino, the gateway to Southern California. Here a cool breeze from the Pacific was gently ruffling the treetops; orange groves laden with golden fruit, gardens , vineyards and beautiful homes were everywhere. This looked to us like a paradise after traveling a thousand miles over parched, worthless lands. We reached Los Angeles at noon.
We all enjoyed the trip immensely; had no trouble, only one tack puncture and one rim pinched tube. Our speedometer registered 2,761 miles.
A.T. Bowling
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