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River to the 

 Canyon Hotel 

 and the finest 

 scenery in the 

 Park is to be had 

 in this vicinity. 

 There is no 

 doubt that the 

 1 alls of the Yel- 

 lowstone River 

 in this Canyon 

 are among the 

 finest to be seen 

 in the world. At 

 the Upper Falls 

 the entire river 

 passes over a 

 sheer drop of 

 one hundred and 

 nine feet. The 

 Lower Falls is a 

 sheer drop of 

 three hundred 

 and eight feet. 

 The Canyon, it- 



AMERICAN FORESTRY 



Photo by Cifford for Northern Pacific Railroad 



IMMIGRANT PEAK OVERLOOKS A PEACEFUL STRETCH OF THE YELLOWSTONE RIVER 

 Self is aODrOxi- ' n tn * s Park, so marked with evidences of Nature's violence, the beautiful meadows and charming valleys that are 

 " ' so frequently encountered fill the observer with surprise and delight. Instinctively the eye sweeps the tawny hills 

 mately One thou- in "* of grazing cattle. 



sand feet deep, and its walls and sloping sides are 

 of the most varied hues imaginable. It is not of a 

 character that discourages intimacy in the way the 

 Grand Canyon of the Colorado does, but, on the con- 

 trary, seems to invite closer association and acquaintance- 

 ship. I met Elbert Hubbard scrambling around half 

 way down on the side of the Canyon on a hot day, and 

 after he had finished a rather lengthy discussion of the 

 inadvisability of admitting automobiles to the Yellowstone 

 National Park, wiping, meanwhile, from his eyes, drops 

 of perspiration, he told me that in all his travels he had 

 never been in a place where intimate association with 

 stupendous things seemed so possible or was so enjoyable 

 Perhaps it is well that he did not live to see Yellowstone 

 National Park, which he loved so dearly, desecrated, as 

 he thought it would be, by hordes of automobiles over its 

 highways, but I am of the opinion that it is a great pity 

 he did not live to experience a complete revulsion of feel- 

 ing in this regard upon a full realization of the greater 

 joys that automobile permits bring to the large numbers 

 of those who delight in touring this Park. The question 

 of admitting automobiles in the Yellowstone had been 

 brought up prior to this time, and since I, for one, had 

 strongly recommended their use to the Secretary of the 

 Interior, I was therefore obliged to take issue with Mr. 

 Hubbard on the question. However, the order admitting 

 automobiles was given at about, or subsequent to, the 

 time of his death, and we therefore came to no blows 

 over the question. As a matter of fact, most of the blow- 



ing has been 

 since, for which 

 many of those 

 who were origi- 

 nally interested 

 in the issue are 

 profoundly 

 thankful. 



There is one 

 trip from the 

 Canyon Hotel, 

 which should, by 

 no means, be 

 overlooked, in 

 spite of the fact 

 that so few take 

 it. This is up 

 the Mount 

 Washburn Road 

 to the summit of 

 the Mountain. 

 The regular road 

 from the Can- 

 yon to the next 



station at Tower 

 Falls traverses 

 most of the 



to the summit 



route, but at Dunraven Pass the road 

 branches to the right and climbs to an elevation of 

 approximately ten thousand feet above the sea. From 

 this point one of the most commanding views that is to 

 be had in the Rockies may be enjoyed, and if one is 

 fortunate, intimate peeps of mountain sheep may be had 

 along the road. 



The Canyon Hotel is one of the stations that are on 

 both circuits so tbat it is possible to return by the way 

 of Norris Basin and see more geysers, or to continue by 

 the Dunraven cut-off to Tower Falls, and thence to the 

 Mammoth Hotel at Fort Yellowstone. The most popular 

 route is by the way of Norris Basin to the Mammoth 

 Hotel. Undoubtedly the reason is that along this route 

 more natural phenomena are to be found, although the 

 scenery is not nearly so good. Along the route by 

 Tower Falls, Dunraven Pass is traversed and some 

 petrified trees may be seen. Otherwise, there is nothing 

 of interest save wonderful and glorious scenery 

 which, it must be acknowledged, does not compete very 

 successfully, for the attention of the average public, with 

 freaks of nature. 



Not that the road by the way of Norris Station is 

 lacking entirely in scenery, for it is beautiful throughout 

 its length from the Norris Basin to Fort Yellowstone. 

 It follows the bed of Obsidian Creek through a more or 

 less open country with beautiful meadows and forests on 

 either side, and threads another pass in the mountains 



