G. B. CUTLER SEED CO. 
forgot your party the other evening!” Mae 
replied: “Oh, wern’t you there?” 
As it has been customary in the past for 
me to tell something of what I do and where 
I go when the seed season is over in July. 
Last summer my wife, I and our little dog, 
Julius, traveled over 5,000 miles. 
We left Marshall on a Thursday morning, 
the last week of July, for Pocatello, Idaho, 
to visit at our daughters and son-in-law’s, 
and, of course, to see our only grandchild. 
After spending a while there, they joined us 
and we left on a Sunday for the west coast. 
We traveled through the largest irrigated 
tract in the world near Twin Falls, Idaho. 
From there we drove to Boise, then on into 
Oregon, seeing nothing but sage brush from 
the time we entered Oregon until we reach- 
ed Lakeview, a distance of 3800 miles. 
From there we drove through large timber 
until we reached the coast. We stopped at a 
logging camp and watched the logs being 
loaded onto flat cars. There were many, many 
large lumber mills along the highway. 
By the time we reached the coast we start- 
ed to see many of the Giant Redwoods. The 
Redwood trees are very tall and straight, 
some of them reach more than 3800 feet into 
the air. The largest ones are fourteen feet 
through and over 500 years old. 
Our first view of the coast was at Crescent 
City, California. We failed to see sunny Cal- 
ifornia which we had heard so much about. 
It was foggy and cold during our time there. 
During the entire drive of about 75 miles 
into California we drove through the Red- 
wood Forest. Visited several aquariums and 
museums. One aquarium was especially in- 
teresting, inasmuch as it represented the bot- 
tom of the ocean. There were several octopus 
and many ugly, horny-looking fish that I 
wouldn’t care to meet only in an aquarium. 
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