National Geographic : 1964 Apr
Summertime ranger and noted out doorsman-writer, Albert Van S. Pull ing lent canoes for the Grays' trip to Shoshone Lake in Yellowstone Park. Impossible wave seems to menace four blurred paddlers on Shoshone Lake. The author shot the scene on wet film after a slip dunked his camera. In damp camp on the cold lake shore, the Grays rush to eat before the sun drops. That night they hung all food out of reach of bears. "But," says the author, "not one showed up. On the road next morning, we ran a gantlet of highway-hiking bears." Many a 49'er passing through must have enjoyed a giddy moment bathing in Great Salt Lake. Never ones to slight a tourist ritual, we did the same-discovering again the almost unbelievable fact that you cannot sink in this super salty water (page 547). In the flats northeast of the lake we found flocks of waterfowl and wading birds enjoy ing the myriad ponds of Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge (page 569). The water, fresh from the nearby hills, was clear and sweet. "Birds of the Rocky Mountain flyway con gregate here at all seasons," said Roger D. Johnson, assistant refuge manager, as he guided us around. "Like you folks, they range from Mexico to Canada." We roared through the waterways in an air-propelled boat. Birds disturbed by our passage circled and settled down where they had been feeding or preening-black-crowned night herons, white pelicans, western grebes, Forster's terns, gadwalls, pintails, black necked stilts, coots, glossy ibises, sandpipers, avocets, and many others. 572 Bird-watchers of another sort were busy in nearby Ogden's freight yards where special ists were seeing that a Minuteman missile was properly loaded for its trip to Malmstrom Air Force Base in Montana. Encased in an enormous vehicle called a Transporter erector, the "bird" had moved from its Ogden factory by highway and would ride piggyback on rails to Great Falls, Montana, where it would crawl again by road to its silo buried under a wheat field. Later in our trip U. S. 89 would take us across the 18,000 square miles of farmland pitted by the silos of Malmstrom's missile installations (pages 576-7). Utah and Oregon Share Bear Lake Cutting through the Wasatch Range, which had walled us on the east so long, U. S. 89 followed the rollicking Logan River to a pass nearly 7,000 feet above sea level. Thus sud denly we were in the high country. We looked down in late afternoon on Bear Lake, shaped like a robin's egg and just as blue.