Albany Democrat-Herald from Albany, Oregon on May 23, 1936 · Page 13
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May 23, 1936

Albany Democrat-Herald from Albany, Oregon · Page 13

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Player Conquers Desolate Skyline Trail Football Pete Eyraud Makes 90 Miles In Three Days Over Dangerous Mountains Of Snow "Immature Hour" Brings Forth New Species of Nitwit To Harass M. C. Uy Bud Landis ANOTHER "impossible" mountaineering feat has been accomplished Pete Eyraud, Whitman College, Washington, football player, this year conquered the desolate Skyline trail of the Blue Mountains in Northeastern Oregon, completing the 90-milc trip in three days to win the acclaim of forest service employes and others who realized fully the dangers he faced. Carrying no blankets and no weapon of any sort except a pocket knife, Eyraud set out on skis from Weston, near Pendleton, aiming to make the first winter crossing alone to satisfy an ambition he had for years. The first evening he stayed at Tollgatc, a widely known summer resort for residents of Pendleton and Walla Walla communities. , From here, he traveled over Mount Baldy to Bone Springs, reaching a point beyond which mountaineers declared it extremely dangerous to proceed. Far to the west he could see the peaks of Munt Hood, Mount Adams and Mount Rainier. Between him and the snow-covered giants, the Columbia river stretched like a silver ribbon. Hp had but little time in which to admire the scenery, however, for there were many miles to travel before he would reach a shelter where he could spend the night. Along the windward side of the ridges, the snow was piled in drifts from 20 to '10 feet high. Its depth was so great that it even buried the telephone lino the forest service maintains to facilitate fire-fighting during the dry summer months. B' iUD: All write, all wrlto! Somobody s got to write the sponsor is demanding fan mall. But anvway, here's the first contestant on ins urogram: a vocalist. What's your voice? AMATEUR: It's what I sing with. BUD: Er-I mean what is the range? A: Tho range Is what you cook on. BUD: Well, ah that Is . A: Now don't ho nervous. Hero, I'll give you a minute lo compose yourself. (Aside whisper to audience): Flno personality, but Just a little self-conscious. What he wants to know is my pitch. BUD: Gulp. What is 1 A: I'm a leorle tenor. BUD: You mean lyric tenor. A: No. My voice is changing, so I'm a little lecric whether It will come out tenor or bass. BUD: Maybe you're a little young for this program. A: Well, start In with your commercl"' nouncement by the time you've finished I'll be of ago. ANNOUNCER: Good idea. Ladles and genllo-men: This program is made possible by your local newspaper. BUD I Aside to announcer): Listen, tell 'cm to write in and say a word for tho column. Fan mall has got to keep coming In, and I can't do It all. . ANNOUNCER: Sh-h-h. s . . Wo'd bo pleased to hear from our followers. BUD: That was your announcer, folks hen, hch! He's always good for a laugh. Fancy hinting that you wrlto in to the editor, care of tho publisher, with a carbon copy for tho advertising manager funcy! , , . All right, young man, If you don't know your volco, just try on a barytone for size. ' A: Yes sir. . . . Ml-ml-ml: 'Way down upon tho Swanco River, Way down upon ... 'Wny down upon tho Swanco Rlvor, 'Way down upon tho Swan! BUD: Um-hum well, It's a voice anyway, A: Did you like it? BUD: Oh, I endured It Immensely. Have you another? A: Certainly: "I hear you culling me." BUD: All right, you'ro culled SOUND: (BONG!) With No Weapons of Any. Kind Except a Small Pocket Knife, Eyraud Set Out on Skis From Weston, Planning to Make the First Winter Crossing Alone of the Famous Snow-Covered Skyline Trail to Satisfy an Ambition of Many Years. Snow Was Piled in Drifts 40 Feet High, and Buried Telephone Lines Maintained by the Forest Service. Inset: Pete Eyraud, Whose Feat Won Blue Mountain Foresters Acclaim. became so cold that he was forced to build up his iire and huddle over it to keep from freezing. Next morning it was snowing so thickly that he could not see 50 feet from camp. He realized the danger of boing snowbound and ate but sparingly of the rations he had taken with him All day the storm ' tore across the ridge. Coyotes howled lonesomely even they complained about the weather. The blizzard continued through the day and night, but the next morning found the sky clear. Eyraud traveled on in an attempt to complete the remainder of the 90-mile trek. That afternoon disaster almost overtook nlm. Going down a hill, he stumbled and lost a ski, which went careening down and disappeared in a clump of trees in the valley below. Without it he would be unable to make his way back to civilization, isolated 40 miles from any habitation as he was The rest of the afternoon was spent in a them. It was a miracle of lunacies Hint he was able to do so. Although cold and stiff, he wasn't even frostbitten when daylight came. The worst portion of the trail had been crossed. Traveling at high speed down the slopes, Eyraud reached a lone farmhouse Just as dusk fell. There ho stopped for food and rest, eating the first square meal he had had In three days. The next morning he made his way Into Walla Walla, marking the end of a dangerous and record-making Journey. Eyraud has a word of advice o offer other skiers who might be contemplating a like trip "Don't do it," he declares. "It's too dangerous alone. A broken or a lost ski could bring great hardship, while an injury could result in death. It's no fun thinking of those things when you're all alone on some mountain top, miles and miles from everyone." search for the missing ski. It was discovered just as long shadows were creeping down, tilling him with a feeling of intense relief IT WAS too dark tor him to continue onward that night. He looked around for an open space in which he might spend the night. Suddenly one of his skis hit against metal. He looked down. There, sticking out of the snow, was about six inches of stovepipe. There was a shelter beneath him! He dug down,' uncovering nn old lean-to erected by some mountaineer many years before. Snow had melted, forming puddles of water on the split-log floor. There were no blankets, and he could build no lire. Throughout the bitterly cold night he sat huddled In a corner, thinking that he would surely freeze before morning arrived. From time to time he swung his arms and stamped his feet to keep up the circulation In A f to feel worried. The sky was an ominous gray, and the wind howled as it swept down upon him. He could feel a blizzard In the offing and knew he would be in a dangerous position should he be caught in it before he reached camp. Accordingly, he hurried and was relieved to discover a lookout tower standing out through the trees. There was so much snow that he was forced to dig down to uncover the door and windows. Hardly had he got inside before the blizzard struck, tearing at the rudely constructed tower and driving the snow against it with great force. He cooked a meager meal and made arrangements to sleep between two worn mattresses left behind by some ranger who had occupied the tower. They offered little protection, and it HOW A PLUCKY DARE-DEVIL IN A HOME-MADE RACER WON THE INDIANAPOLIS SPEEDWAY -CLASSIC Tk a FLAsiALS USED IN RACE I , r v-.sr" sv) ir . - s&s& b """t d slowdown- its n-pJ BEHIND THE WHEEL OF A STEEL SPEED MONSTER ... HAMMERING OVER 500 MILES OF ROUGH BRICK AT LIGHTNING SPEED. . . KELLY PETILLO HAD TO BE IN SUPERB CONDITION. 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