Journal of Mary Phyllis Fisher - Thomas Davies

warm and quiet and clean. We got two rooms with baths and had a good night’s rest. We woke
at 5 and Father filled the tub with water and got in. I was afraid there wouldn’t be any warm
water left for me but there was. At 15 to 6 we were on our way again. A heavy fog lay over the
city. We couldn’t see very far ahead of us. A few miles out of Great Falls we suddenly rode out
of the fog and the sun was shining on the fields and snow covered hills.
Somehow in the fog, we missed the right turn that took us to Helena. We had gone miles
before we realized we were not on our way to Helena. Father had promised to watch the gas
tank and see that we didn’t run out of gas. But it was nearly empty before he noticed and we
found ourselves on a lonely road 21 miles from the nearest town. Sister Hamilton started to
laugh. She said she was thinking how queer Max would look walking down the road for gas.
He’d have to put on his three suits to keep himself warm. But we reached the little town of
Harlo with still a gallon of gas in the car.
After a good breakfast of ham and eggs and hot cakes we are now on our way to Livingston.
The country is filled with hills and valleys dotted with trees. It is all fenced in. We just passed a
large herd of Angus cattle and a ways back we saw a herd of sheep. We stopped at Livingston
just long enough for me to go to the rest room and are now entering the Mountains. The fir trees
are hanging with snow and the sun shining on them is beautiful. Entering Bozeman we read the
sign ‘Fifteen hundred friendly people and two sore heads, the city of the Montana State College.
We have just passed over the Snake River Bridge, and are now going through the town of
Lorenzo. Getting off the trail is getting to be a habit.
Dad gets so interested in his stories he forgets to watch or we become so interested in looking at
the sights of cities and gorgeous colors of the foliage that we miss the signs and get off the road.
We are in the heart of the potato country. There are great potato pits everywhere. Max thinks
we should get our winter supply.
We just had a delicious dinner at the Rainbow Cafe in Idaho Falls and are again on the way.
It is now Friday morning. We are on our way to conference, Father, Brother Hamilton and I
[Roxy stayed with her Sister today]. It has been a happy, interesting trip. Ren drove for awhile
after we left Idaho Falls. There has been hoarfrost on the leaves and thee rock formation,
mountains and streams of water are so beautiful. As we neared Brigham City, we noticed how
places of businesses had been established since we were here 2 years ago. At Brigham we
stopped at a Dairy Queen and got some ice cream. Father ordered a banana split and so I said
I’d like the same. But it was too rich for me. I wished Lloyd was along to finish it up for me
but father took over. It was dark before we reached Salt Lake. We sang and enjoyed the
scenery along the way.
When we reached Provo we didn’t know how to get to the university. We asked some men on
the side walk and they told us just go this way, keep to the right, you can’t miss it. Bro.
Hamilton said that was a favorite saying of the English. Many a time he’s asked his way while
in the army in England. They’d give a hurried direction and then say “You can’t possible miss
it.”
But we couldn’t find our way to the Y where Ellen lived. We kept traveling around the
dormitories. Finally we asked a boy. But it was his first year there and he couldn’t tell us but he
got us a map. But we had to ask another boy on a bike before we found it. It was 11 o’clock
before we reached Ellen’s but she was not asleep and was expecting us. Everything was so nice
and clean.
Bro. Hamilton called for us this morning. We have just passed Lehi where my Mother was
born. Father is going to the building Committee this morning to try and get permission to build
a church in Bow Island. After three days of glorious inspiration listening to the church leaders,
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