Montana and Utah friends

On September 3rd, we left Yellowstone and journeyed to White Sulphur Springs, Montana where Jimmie had been invited to attend the ordination of C. K France, the Presbyterian Minister of that place.  We had inquired about the condition of the roads and were informed that Montana's roads were not weather proof - they were dry weather roads.  Sept. 3rd happened to be dry, but we had rather puzzling experiences trying to follow a route.  In one instance, the road was under repair but was still being used and since there were no detour signs, we went straight ahead.  After we had traveled 25 to 30 miles the road came to an abrupt end, in fact there was a 10 foot drop into a small stream.  Well there we were.  Must we retrace those miles?  Jimmie got out the trusty "Opera Glasses", located not only a road parallel to the one we were on, but also noticed a place where the wire fence of a pasture field, between us and the other road, could be opened.  Across the field went the "Honeymoon Express" to the utter astonishment of the cows.  We landed safely on the other road and continued our journey.  Arriving at our destination, we found the Frances' were out of town so we took possession of the manse.
Sunday morning Jimmie preached in the little church to a very appreciative audience and we enjoyed a pleasant day as well as a delicious chicken dinner at the home of the Barbers - neighbors of them manse.
Monday C. K. Frances and Betty, his wife, returned home and we learned the ordination had been postponed one week.  We spent four more days at White Sulphur Springs and on Saturday, Sept 10th, left for Moccasin, Montana the home of John Waite, Jr. another Seminary boy.
What a drive!!!  There had been rain the night before and we were advised against going, but go, we did.  We left Whit Sulphur Springs at 4:45 am and traveled 130 miles thru the worst gumbo one can imagine.  We saw many cars "stuck" but Jimmie was a good driver and kept the car "on the road" and "in motion" even tho it was hard pulling at times.  We arrived at the Waite's about 4:30 in the afternoon.
Sunday morning Jimmie preached for Jack, at Moccasin and in the evening, we all drove to Windham, where Jack preached.
Monday, we enjoyed a picnic in Picturesque Boulder Canyon.
Tuesday and Wednesday, Lewiston Presbytery met at Moccasin and Mrs. Waite entertained all the delegates - six ministers.
Thursday, we went to Lewistown and spent the day with Mr. and Mrs. Barrows and their daughter Rozella, Sunday School Missionaries in that district.
Here Jimmie tried to wash the gumbo off the car, but water wouldn't please it.  He had to take an axe and pound or chop it off.
Miss McConnaughey - the latter from Wasster, Ohio.  We arrived at Panguich in the evening and spent the night with Miss Emilie Fleming, the missionary serving this station which is 40 miles from a Railroad stations.
These missionaries all informed us that about all one could do in these towns which were 90 to 98% Mormon, was to conduct vacation Bible Schools, and perhaps a session after school one day each week for sewing and other hand-work.  They conducted Sunday School also for those who could come and tried by their own example to present the Christian {Gentile} religion.
Sept. 30th, we took Miss Fleming with us to Bryce Canyon.  One of the beauty spots we will long remember.
Scarcely had we arrived when we were caught in a blinding snow storm.  We had time to take only a few pictures before the storm was upon us.

We started down the mountain, wiping snow off the windshield as it packed against it and upon entering Red Canyon, some few miles north, the sun was shining, the sky clear blue - the storm had passed.  We stopped, cooked our lunch and were soon on our way again.