A trip to Mt. Trumbull

This is the first house you see as you get into mt. Trumbull. It looked like maybe it had been a dugout that they had built a home on top of. Dad use to tell that his family lived in a dugout when they moved out to Mt. Trumbull for the first year.

This was the barn by the first home we came to. It was surprising that it was still standing.

This sign was on a plack in front of the school. From it I learned that the reason James S. Jones moved his family out to Trumbull was to homestead for 640 acres of land that could be dry farmed.

This plack shows the original school house before it was burned down.

Here is the official school house marker.

I don't know that Dad ever went to school here. He spent most of his time hearding sheep. He use to tell how each family with kids in school had to take turns for a week at a time going early to light the fire in the wood stove to heat the building before school. He use to tell about doing that. He also use to tell about attending dances here on saturday night. His dad James S. use to play the violin or fiddle for the dances.

My dad always told about his mother doing her visiting teaching on a white donkey. He had to saddle it up for her at times.

From James S. history he said he shouldn't have moved his family out to Trumbull. He said looking back his father had warned him not to do it. When they moved back to St. George to the temple house they had nothing. I do think maybe it was for his family more than for him. Ester must have shined as the Relief Society president. She is dearly remembered there.

I could not really identify the family in this picture. I think it is the younger children.

Here is the beloved president of the Relief Society.

I have been unable to identify Dad in this photo. Maybe you can?

Here is a later picture of the Jones family with Aunt Harriet and Bonnie Elane.
This picture in front of the Jones home shows Lee, Ordel, George, Manola, Ester, and Grandma.

We left the school house and headed south to what is called Whitmore canyon. The photos shown here are in one picture frame hanging on the wall of the school house.

After a long rough road we came to the lower end of the Colorado river you can get right down to the river in this area. The road is mostly traveled by four wheelers which would make the trip much faster.

Here are a couple of tourists standing at the edge looking East up the canyon before it gets Grand. From here we back tracked to the corner at the Mt. Trumbull school house then we went East from the school to the mountain.

This is looking back to the school house from the Mt. Trumbull mountain.

Here is the site of the sawmill. This is where a lot of the lumber came from for homes and the lumber for the St. George temple came from this saw mill. It was run by a steam engine. Not by the Ford Cadillac you see in the picture.

Dad use to talk about Nixon spring. This is also where the water came from to run the saw mill. We got a drink here from a nice faucet but we didn't treat it.

Here is the grand canyon at the Tuweep look out. The canyon is one mile deep and one mile wide at this point. Dad use to tell about being here and a tourist lost his stetson hat over the edge with a gust of wind. Dad looked along the edge and found a deep crack that he could put his back against one wall and his feet against the other and he let himself down and recovered the hat and gave it back to the man that had lost it.

Here are those same two tourists again standing on the edge of the grand canyon. This was a fun trip and Kent's old ford Diesel got us there and back. It was rough road all the way into Tuweep and all the way out but there were a lot of people there. We went home by way of Colorado city since we were sight seeing anyway.