Down the Columbia. It’s time now to scoot back up the Columbia River, like the salmon at Bonneville Dam, to rejoin where we left the other, water-bound leg of the Oregon Trail. A view of the Columbia River Gorge from the northern (Washington State) bank. Before the Cascade Locks were constructed around them in 1875, […]

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Busted Wheels. We’ve rejoined the Trail again, at the town of Pendleton, Oregon. The Working Girls Hotel in Pendleton, Oregon used to be a … well, I guess you can figure that out. I just hope they got new mattresses. The hotel is associated with Pendleton Underground Tours. Apparently there’s a warren of subterranean saloons, […]

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To the Whitman Mission. Starting with this Indian raid on a wagon train in 1854, west of present-day Boise, the Oregon Trail across Idaho became dangerous without military escort. While most of the settlers were just passing through, the Native tribes resented their depletion of local firewood and game. Horse grazing in a field near […]

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Along the Snake River. Just north of Pocatello, in Blackfoot, we paid a visit to the Idaho Potato Museum. Not only does it have a restaurant, it was surprisingly fun and interesting. Idaho produces about 1/3 of the potatoes grown in the US, nearly all of them on land artificially irrigated from the Snake River. […]

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To Fort Hall We’ve rejoined the Oregon Trail heading north from Fort Bridger, in southwestern Wyoming. This is Kemmerer, a Wyoming coal mining town where John Cash Penney (yes, that was he real middle name) established his first store in 1902. Penney got his start in nearby Evanston, Wyoming, working for a pair of partners […]

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This is the Place! There are about 77,000 wild horses, or mustangs, roaming the western US. To control their numbers, the Bureau of Land Management periodically rounds them up into corrals, like this one on the outskirts of Rock Springs. Horses evolved in North America, spreading to Asia and Europe before going extinct here at […]

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Crossing the Continental Divide. Passing through downtown Casper, Wyoming, early the next morning. Fort Caspar (yes, slightly different spelling than the town) was the migrants’ last stop before departing the North Platte River, which they had been following for over a month. The small military cemetery at Fort Caspar, Wyoming. Fort Caspar originated as a […]

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Over Scotts Bluff and Into Wyoming. As we arrived in the outskirts of Scottsbluff, we came across the grave of Rebecca Winters. A Mormon emigrant, age 50, she died here in 1852 of cholera. Her husband Hiram chiseled her name into an iron wagon tire, which still stands over her final resting place. Always good […]

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Following the Platte River. The Platte River is wide and shallow, and looks like it should be easy to cross. But the waters hide deadly quicksand. The Oregon Trail migrants followed the southern bank, while the Mormons and later transcontinental railroad, joining from Omaha, followed the northern bank. More signs of trouble along the Oregon […]

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Across the Plains to Fort Kearney. We’ve left St. Joseph and are following the Pony Express – and the Oregon Trail – west across the Missouri River into Kansas. The corn fields of northeast Kansas, along the Oregon Trail. Following the Pony Express into Seneca, Kansas. Asking myself if I need crop insurance. Seneca, Kansas. […]

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