Wright Thurston

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 26
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1994
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326218
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Title Wright Thurston
Description just stood there trying to catch our breath. The air was thin and cold. It was quiet except for our labored breathing. A glob of snow fell from one of the higher branches of a nearby pine tree, picking up additional snow as it came down branch after branch. Somehow it signaled impending doom. "All of you wait here." Wright broke the gloom and silence. Til go ahead and check.' Not having to wait for us, he was soon up and over the hill. We could no longer hear or see him. The light was starting to fade. It was quiet and we felt very much alone and a long way from any help. "Hel-lo-o-o!" It was Wright calling above and beyond the hill. "I have found the cabin. It isn't far! Come on! You can make it!" With his encouragement we struggled to the top of the hill. Through some quaking aspen we soon saw the cabin. It turned out to be John R. Nielson's cabin, It was shelter we were thankful for and we made it our home. We soon had a fire going in the stove and our sleeping bags spread out on the bunks. After a dinner of fried rib-eye steaks that we had brought along with a frying pan to cook them in. we got into our sleeping bags. As long as the fire was burning we were snug and warm but when the fire burned out the cabin was soon very cold. No one wanted to get up to build more fire so we stayed snuggled into the sleeping bags. My mother had helped me make a sleeping bag out of several wool blankets sewn together and covered that kept me warm enough. We spent several days skiing and exploring during which time we discovered Alex Nielson's cabin back in some trees about a mile on up the trail. Getting water from the stream was a difficult task. Melting snow into water took a good deal of time and fuel so we opted to ski down with a bucket to the stream. Breaking a hole in the ice and filling the bucket with no problem. The challenge came trying to climb back to the cabin. The snow was about six feet deep and we spilled most of the water climbing on skis. Trying to climb out in the snow without skis was almost impossible. We would sink into the snow up to our hips. Finally Wright made a trail. Actually it was not really a trail but a series of holes in the snow where his feet had sunk in as he wallowed through the snow without skis. Although not easy, we tried to follow in his foot steps. We did and survived. Our trip out of the canyon was the most run of all. We were not expert skiers, that's for sure. When things got rough, like the trail being 63
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Identifier 075_Wright Thurston.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 26
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326214
Reference URL