INTO WYOMING MS 



Quaking aspens, pines, and firs cover the moun- 

 tain sides, and the air is sweet with forest per- 

 fumes. From the summit one has a magnificent 

 view of surrounding mountains, overtopped by 

 snow-capped peaks. 



Halfway House lies in a romantic hollow, at 

 the head of Crow Creek, a tributary of Salt 

 River, which waters Star Valley and finally 

 joins its waters with Snake River, in its tumul- 

 tuous rush to the Columbia and the Pacific. 

 There are three log stables, a cabin where the 

 stage driver lives, and another log cabin where 

 travelers camp. There is no woman within 

 many miles of the place. I stabled and fed my 

 horses, cooked my supper, and then spread my 

 blankets on the earthen floor of the unoccu- 

 pied cabin. 



There are really two Star Valleys, the Up- 

 per Valley and the Lower. Between the two 

 the hills crowd in to form a short canon. These 

 valleys are devoted almost wholly to cattle rais- 

 ing. The altitude is too great and the climate 

 too cold for any other than hay and grain farm- 

 ing. Here below the Preuss Range I crossed 

 the line into Wyoming, in the Upper Valley. 

 Crow Creek, where it enters the valley, has 

 developed into a broad stream of considerable 

 volume. 



