A Day at Cliff. 



the attorney and his wife and daughter, and the writer and wife. 

 At last the long-wished for day arrived and at 8 :15 p. m. we 

 stepped aboard the Burlington flyer and were off on our vaca- 

 tion. .We made a quick and pleasant run, and it was with 

 joyous anticipation that we stepped off the train at Cliff next 

 morning at 10 a. m. We were all tired and rested up until 

 dinner, and about mid-afternoon we strolled up the canyon, 

 fishing, photographing a little here and there and getting re- 

 acquainted with old scenes which we had enjoyed on other 

 vacations. 



About 3 o'clock we were obliged to hurry back to the cot- 

 tages to escape a sudden shower, but a mountain party is al- 

 ways cheerful, so we enjoyed the day thoroughly, as we, 

 lounged about reading, talking and planning the different 

 stages of our trip. Toward evening the clouds broke away 

 and the sun peered through for an instant before it passed be- 

 low the long range of mountains behind our cottage. 



Next morning the sun rose in a cloudless sky and after 

 breakfast of sizzling hot trout and other good things we were 

 off up the canyon. 



Though our whole party started off together, it was plain 

 to see, by the difference in equipment, that we would separate 

 if we followed our intentions as indicated by what we carried. 



The attorney, wife and daughter had their trout-tackle, 

 which meant they were after the speckled beauties ; the doctor 

 his alpine staff, the writer and wife a light trout-rod and 

 camera. We strolled along the bank of the lovely little stream 

 until the canyon began to narrow, when the doctor, with a look 

 of determination on his face, left us and headed for the highest 

 mountain peak in sight. The attorney and family were out 

 after trout and pushed ahead up stream, stopping now and then 

 to fish the most likely looking trout waters. Mrs. S. and I 

 dropped behind, as we stooped to pick and eat the luscious 

 red raspberries and gather boquets of beautiful mountain flow- 

 ers which grew in great profusion and endless variety along 

 the sides of the canyon. The cool morning air lent exhilaration 



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