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Broxton, Beth Braxton and Cliff Braxton I want for your family and mine a progressive and efficient county government. Due to my profession I feel I can offer the people of Houston County something that has never been offered to them before. If the people of Houston County see fit to elect me to the Board of County Commissioners I will make every effort to guide the progress of Houston County in a well planned and designed direction. I will work diligently to see that these plans arid designs are carried out based on sound business principles and that all improvements in Houston County are of quality construction based on sound engineering principles and construction techniques. In all cases I pledge to the people of Houston County to always tell it like it is no matter what the consequences. ELECT JOHN J. (JERRY) BROXTON FOR COUNTY COMMISSIONER POST NO. 5 DEMOCRATIC PRIMARY AUGUST 8«h PAID POLITICAL ADVERTISEMENT Oregon interesting and educational and are glad they made it, but one such experience is enough - when you make it in a dune duggy. Steve Akridge made his dune buggy from a Volkswagen chassis and a large amount of welded metal framework, and during the drive he was completely exposed to any kind of weather nature chose to inflict on him. After five weeks on the trail, he arrived back home a kind of brick red color. Steve, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Jack Akridge, drove alone in his dune buggy most of the time. Bronnie and Steve Stubbs, sons of Mr. and Mrs. James Stubbs, drove drove his dune buggy and brought back a kayak from California; the Stubbs twins drove a Mustang with their camping gear. Bronnie’s Mustang con taining their tent, sleeping bags and other gear. They left Perry on June 12 and came home July 20. Their first night was spent at Hamilton Lake about ten miles north of Chattanooga, Tennessee, where they dined on cokes and canned chili. Bronnie kept a diary of the trip and noted, “Have our tent pitched on a little grassy beach with a beautiful view of the lake 10 feet out our door.” Next day they saw Lookout Mountain and Ruby Falls and spent the night at Chickasaw State Park. Bronnie noted that they cooked a good breakfast. Their usual breakfast menu consisted of bacon, grits, poached eggs, coffee, orange juice and toast, which helped to make up for sone of their other less appetizing meals. At Petit Jean State Park in Arkansaw, the three spent the next night and lunched the following day at an Oklahoma Welcome station. Their campsite at Foun tainhead State Park in that state was on a hill overlooking a lake which Bronnie described as “somewhat brackish.” They were the only campers in their area of the park and had the bathhouse to themselves, a real luxury in the free park. They fished in the lake, where the water was just knee-deep out a hundred yards. The land becamse very flat, with the sun “still glaring as it sinks in the west.” The ground was so rocky and hard at Lake Meredith, Texas, that they didn’t bother trying to put up the tent but slept at one of the picnic shelters with the Mustang pulled up sideways to block off the constant wind. “There are scorpions here,” Bronnie noted in his diary that night,“l saw one at the bathhouse (no showers) a while ago. We had baloney sandwiches for supper - wind too hard to fry chicken as planned.” Their first Saturday night was spent about 125 miles south of Denver, Colorado at a commercial campground where the boys cooked fried chicken, beans, corn, french fries and drank milk. The Colorado scenery was described as “beautiful • high snowly peaks, deep meadows and evergreen flora everywhere. We have also enjoyed the little groundhogs (or prairie dogs?) which run around the ground and eat from your hand. Also some pretty blue colored birds, larger than any bluebirds I’ve ever seen.” On Tuesday, June 30, Bronnie and the two Steves had an experience for which they were unprepared, not realizing how thin the air was at their high altitude. They rode to a trail leading up into the mountains then walked about 3M> miles on it. They headed for the snow across the little stream and valley visible to them. They climbed for about 2Vz hours up rock, brush, grass, streams, ice and snow and finally stopped just about 500 feet short of the top of a mountain supposed to be 13,000 feet high. They played in the snow some, took some photographs, then decided not to go any higher because it was then 3 p.m. They had shared a single can of sar dines and a dozen soda crackers at about 11 a.m. and were hungry as well as tired. They slid down or walked about 1,000 feet in snow, slipping sometimes as much as 100 feet, and the rest by holding on to small trees and brush. About one-third of the way down they stopped to rest, so exhausted they almost went to sleep. For tunately a park employee came along in a pickup truck and carried them back to their vehicles. They were so weak they just warmed pork and beans for supper, and the Stubbs brothers had headaches. At Grand Teton National Park they camped in a pretty wooded area but it rained hard. They made a good bed of pine coals and cooked steaks, blackeyed peas and instant mashed potatoes. After dinner they drove to Jackson for a distributor part for the dune buggy, which Bronnie smashed from the rear in a herd of cattle on the road near Dubois while he drove it. Bronnie reported that Jackson was a nice little town with prices about as high as the altitude out there. The three camped at Grant Village Campground in Yellowstone National Park and saw hardly anything but wet, cold, dreary weather on their two-day stay. On Saturday night they rode over to Old Faithful and found that it had just erupted, so they went back to I Happiness is ... I * a sheriff who is FREE FROM POLITICAL INDEBTEDNESS * to any groups or individuals M * a sheriff who will staff his department with FULLY TRAIN- |\ ED AND QUALIFIED DEPUTIES people who will take pride in serving the people of Houston County ■$ * a sheriff who is willing to PUT THE DUTIES OF THE OF- M FICE ABOVE ALL ELSE —a man willing to serve Houston || County 24 hours a day, 7 days a week m * a sheriff who will GIVE DIGNITY AND RESPECT TO THE * OFFICE— dignity and respect which will be reflected in the M hearts and minds of those he serves S * a sheriff who can ORGANIZE AND OPERATE A DEPART- J MENT EFFICIENTLY » * a sheriff who will BE RESPONSIVE TO THE NEEDS OF M THE PEOPLE he serves || * a sheriff WITH THE INTEGRITY AND FORCEFULNESS K TO GET THINGS DONE —a man who will keep the stand- m ard of law enforcement in Houston County on par with the M best in the state m Happiness is I Cullen Talton I SHERIFF OF I HOUSTON COUNTY I (PAID POLITICAL ADVERTISEMENT) I PAGE 1-C the campground. On Sunday, they spent a lot of time in the tent while it rained, snowed, and hailed outside. They saw Old Faith ful erupt on Monday before leaving. They considered Crater Lake National Park very beautiful, like nothing they had ever seen before. After driving through the Redwood Forest to Crescent City California, they spent the morning at a machine shop installing fenders on the dune buggy because a policeman in Oregon had warned him to do so. A good week’s rest and relaxation with friends of the Akridge family in Sacramento, California prepared the boys for the long journey back home. Steve Akridge stayed behind to have a different wind shield installed after being stopped by a policeman there, and Steve and Bronnie Stubbs drove down the coast to San Diego, California, and Tijuana, Mexico. They didn’t like Tijuana, a dirty, BldUbtES HAVE SPOKESMEN p»3 inthej^y PERRY, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, AUG. 3, 1972 crowded place, and said there was a big hassle crossing the border both ways, especially coming back. They met Akridge at Kingman, Arizona, and all continued their trip through the 118 degree desert heat. Things gradually got better, tnough, and it was so pleasant at night they didn’t ’ put the tent up. On Sunday, Sinks SPEAKS FOR YOU VI PUBLIC SERVICE Dfc MOCRATIC PRIMARY AUGUST 8 JllilS July 16 they saw a good display of shooting stars. They drove home byway of Dallas, Texas, Shreveport, and New Orleans, Louisiana, and Bayon La Batre, Alabama. Home had never looked so good when they drove into Pery, with a kayak acquired on the west coast turned upside down on the dune buggy.