Sunday, March 9, 2014

Wagons East--Part Deux

I'm back from my hasty trip out west, and it was as awe-inspiring as I'd hoped it would be. I hooked up with my sister in Salt Lake City and the next morning we took a couple side jogs. Salt Lake is the place Jedediah Smith (my hero!) called his home away from home. He owned a house in St. Louis, but was rarely seen in such a civilized town. He preferred the solitude of Salt Lake and Antelope Island. Of course, there was no causeway in Jed's day, so he had to row the seven miles. Here are some of pictures I took on Antelope Island. The water has so much salt in it, it looks white. A person swimming in the lake bobs like a cork, with 25% of his body above the water.

A herd of bison roams free on Antelope Island. Starting with a herd of only twelve, the number of bison now is close to 600. I got out of the car for this picture, but was afraid to get any closer. Especially since I've been reading about buffalo stampedes...

From Antelope Island, we took another side trip once we got into Wyoming to pay homage to Jed Smith, who discovered the South Pass. Actually, he re-discovered it. It was first written about in a journal in 1812, but not until Jedediah Smith found it was it used by settlers coming over the mountains. The temperature was about 13 degrees, and the wind was blowing about 50 mph, so I just got one quick picture and jumped back in the car. We were going to head on to South Pass City, but as soon as we left South Pass, we ran headlong into a blizzard with white-out conditions. So, heeding Jed Smith's immortal words "Sometimes to get where you're going, you must turn around," we headed back the seventy miles we had come to get to a lesser elevation.

The next day found us in Cheyenne, Wyoming. This building was erected in 1832 in downtown Cheyenne, and captures the essence of the town.Just imagine horses and buggies instead of the cars. It was cold and icy on the streets and sidewalks.

Nebraska was a lot of fun. As we rode into town, I spotted the Red Door Cafe, so we decided to have dinner there. The cafe was part of the museum, so we spent a few minutes looking at artifacts, and acting silly. Here I am in one of my fantasy moments. I always wanted to be a bar wench...

When I discovered there were bison burgers available in the saloon, we were set for dinner. The saloon was attached to the museum and was decorated like an old-time saloon from the movies, complete with a piano player. There were four men sitting at a table playing cards, resplendent in  cowboy hats, boots and big buckles holding up their jeans. It was such an iconic moment, I moseyed on over and asked if I could take their picture. I explained that I wrote romances about the old west. One of the guys replied that he wasn't a romantic hero, but he was horny! This picture made the whole trip worthwhile.

In North Platte, NE, I finally caught sight of the Platte River. This river played a significant part in the settling of the west, as the wagon trains followed it for hundreds of miles, and the wagons had to cross the river numerous times as the terrain changed. Many livestock and human lives were sacrificed on these banks. Even though it was very cold, I braved the elements to get my picture, thinking about what a small price I had to pay for the view compared to those who were part of the wagon trains.

And finally, in the small town of Gothenburg, NE, we took a quick jog into town off the interstate and I caught a picture of one of the original pony express stations. For those of you who aren't familiar with this part of America's history, I'll provide a quick history lesson. From 1860 until 1861, the Pony Express operated from St. Louis, MO to Sacramento, CA. Riders were charged with getting the mail from one point to the other in ten days' time. In order to do so, riders galloped across plains, mountains, in all kinds of weather, braving the elements and the arrows of Indians. They would change horses every ten to fifteen miles and only be able to hand over the mail to another rider at the big stations, which were roughly 170 miles apart. At these stations, they were able to rest, eat some grub and get some sleep until the rider came from the other direction with his load of mail. This picture is one of the large stations, and is now the highlight of Gothenburg's town square.

We hurried through the rest of the trip--Iowa, Illiniois, Indiana and Ohio--trying to beat the snow. Besides, back in the 1850s, those states were considered civilized, and there really wasn't much to see. Glad to be back home for awhile, but eager to get back to those cowboys in Nebraska!

10 comments:

  1. Sounds like it was an amazing trip, Becky! I'll be heading to Nebraska this summer to visit family--let me know if you need some more pictures. :)

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    1. My latest contemporary is set in Nebraska. You'll have to read it before you go. If it ever gets published, that is.

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    2. If you ever need a beta reader, you have only to ask. :)

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  2. I loved seeing your photos, Becky. What a lovely journey. I remember eating bison burgers years ago on a trip through the Black Hills. Very beautiful country.

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  3. Which one of the cowboys was the horny one? Just curious.

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    1. Only you, Rena, would think to ask that question.

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  4. Love the bar wench! What an adventure, Becky! Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Despite the cold weather and snow, sounds like you had an amazing trip! Thanks for sharing--

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    1. It was great fun and reminded me that it''s been too long since I took a road trip.

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  6. Wow. I've never been to Nebraska. I alwas wanted to because I am a huge fan of Bess Streeter Aldrich - both her historical, A Lantern in Her Hand, and the ones that are now historical because they were written in the early part of the 19th century. I love her voice.

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