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to the story, except to say that it surpasses the printed word. No Wis- 

 consinite should fail to see the Dells. After having been through the 

 famous Watkins and Havana Glens of New York State, and through 

 many ravines and glens in nearly every state in the union, including 

 the Grand Canyon and many of our National parks, we want to go on 

 record as saying that the Dells are unique, and well worth a long jour- 

 ney to see. Of course, we both jumped Stand Rock. 



We took the trail again about six o'clock and rambled on to Maus- 

 ton, the county seat of Juneau county, for eats and bed. Monday 

 morning we left for Sparta via 12 and 21. Two miles past New Lisbon, 

 we came upon Twin Blufifs which we had to climb to photograph the 

 surrounding country. Then we saw a sign pointing to Camp Douglas 

 and followed to the Camp to find them preparing for the annual visit 

 of the Wisconsin National Guard. The back country around here was 

 all sand and blueberries. When we stopped at a private house for 

 dinner, the family had just returned in their Ford from picking blue- 

 berries. They had more than four bushels of luscious ones, and the 

 lady surely knew how to construct blueberry pies. The town of Hustler, 

 where we ate, must have been misnamed, unless they named it for the 

 hill just outside of town. We saw several autos with boiling radiators 

 as we passed on to the summit. A motorcycle merely radiates against 

 one's calves. The views from the ridge were fine all the way to Clif- 

 ton, where we again dropped down into a valley past Willston, and en- 

 countered some real sand getting into Sparta. 



Sparta is a live town, even on a washday, and we would like to 

 have tarried there a while, but we wanted to see Black River Falls 

 before night, so rolled out on 27, the old ridge road that runs south to 

 Prairie du Chien. Most of the road was good though rough, there 

 being one or two sand stretches, where we had to G. O. P. (get out 

 and push). We found Black River Falls a hard place to get accom- 

 modations f,or impecunious botanists. A deluge of linemen filled the 

 hotel, and we finally located at the Electric Cafe. We couldn't have 

 found a better place. One could take a tempered shower bath there, 

 and simultaneously watch the dance going on next door. We retrieved 

 our trunk and found kindhearted Jim, of the Black River Nash Com- 

 pany, willing to give us free storage for the motorcycle. 



Black River Falls, on Black river, is a juncture point in the flora 

 of Wisconsin. Some of the southern flora mingles with that of the 

 typically northern region. There are pine forests and hardwood forests, 

 clay and sand, bog and river bottom. The motorcycle is a great time- 



