Sunday, November 13, 2016

Part 3

Grandpa told us about an accident that happened to his father during the days that this little settlement was trying to survive.  His father and another settler had up their horses and gone up Santaquin Canyon to get a load of logs for winter.  They cut down trees, trimmed off the smaller branches, and loaded the logs on their wagon and set out for home.  The road was not very wide, and the canyon walls were tall and steep.  Halfway down, out of the canyon,  a snowslide came down, burying horses and wagon and both men.  It was impossible to get them out until the snow melted enough so they could clear off the roads, and that didn't happen until spring.

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