Showing posts with label Oregon Trail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oregon Trail. Show all posts

June 3, 2015, Wednesday: Longmont, Colorado to Fort Laramie, Wyoming

After spending a week at my sister's enjoying her dog (Mica) and cats (Max and Bounce), I headed north on I 25.  The further north I went, the lower the Rocky Mountains became.  The countryside is uncharacteristically green with all the rain they have been having.

I stopped at the Wyoming Welcome Center - they had an excellent mini-museum highlighting dinosaurs, Indians, emigrants, cowboys, mining, oilfields and winter sports.  I picked up an armload of brochures to refine my travel plans.

Driving north in southeast Wyoming, the smallish (compared to the Colorado Rockies) Laramie Mountains appeared in the distance on my left, and the immediate countryside became hilly again with occasional large stone outcroppings, a little badlands.  Eventually, Laramie Peak came into view.  It is the only one of the Laramie Mountains that rises over 10,000 feet and served as a major landmark for the emigrants heading West as it could be seen for almost 100 miles.

I turned off I 25, heading east on Route 20, the Oregon Trail Scenic byway, that follows the North Platte River where the emigrants followed their dreams of religious freedom, fertile farmland or striking gold in the west.  My first stop was the Oregon Trail Ruts National Landmark near Guernsey.  These ruts cut up to 5 feet into the soft sandstone rock in the area.
Since Jack is not with me yet, I am finding I am taking more photos of L'il Guy (the RV) instead - see him in the background?  Sorry.

The numbers of wagons per day that crossed this area reached 600.  These ruts are in soft sandstone rock.

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Next I stopped at Register Cliff where thousands of emigrants carved their names and dates - most between 1840 and 1860.

Swallows were nesting in the overhanging rocks on Register Cliff


The soldier's barracks
My final stop for the day was Fort Laramie National Historic Site just as dark clouds started building.  The visitor center had a 20 minute  video that gave the history of the fort.  It started as a wood stockade trading post for trappers and later buffalo hunters and Indians.  Later it was converted to an adobe walled fort still used as a trading post and supplying the westward emigrants on the Oregon, Mormon, and California Gold Trails.  The government purchased the privately owned trading post to be used as a military fort to protect the mass westward emigrations as well as providing troops to deal with the increasing problems with Indians.

Dining in the Barracks

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Officer Quarters

The Fort is on the confluence of the Platte and Laramie Rivers.  Heavy rains the day before resulted in the river overflowing its banks.

The Jail




Old Bedlam-the oldest structure in Wyoming
I was surprised by a couple of things here....the military fort was open - the adobe walls were demolished and the vast majority of the troops stationed here were infantry, not calvary.  Shocking, huh?

Major treaties were signed here with the Indians, but the white man broke every one, leading to the Indian Wars.  Contrary to popular belief and old Western movies, most emigrants died of disease and accidents and Indian attacks were very rare.  When the Indian Wars were over, and the railroad was transcontinental, Fort Laramie became obsolete and the Army sold it at public auction in 1890.

July 7, 2013: Elgin, OR to Hermiston, OR

Cool, 52 degree morning and sunny.  Left our campsite about 10 and continued through a scenic area for a few miles to a medium sized town, LaGrande where we stopped for grocery shopping.

This stretch of I84 was very scenic with a 7 mile 7% grade with not one, but three warnings! It was very hazy, so I wasn't able to get any good photos of the panoramic views of the farmlands stretching away as far as you could see to the horizons in three directions.



Next stop was an Oregon Trail Interpretive Center three miles off I84 with a nice walk through cool and fragrant pine trees to the ridge where the Oregon Trail passed.  They had a reproduction of a covered wagon and few storyboards that documented the rough passage through the Blue Mountains the travelers endured.  It was a great place to have lunch and short nap.

Next up was an Indian museum just west of Pendleton called Tamastslikt Cultural Institute.  We thought it would have been a quick 15 minute stop, but it was a huge building and we spent over an hour exploring the many exhibits and short films learning about the Umatilla, Cayuse and Walla Walla Tribes of the area.  No photos were allowed inside, but we could take pictures of the outside exhibits of traditional teepees and sweat lodges.




A mile or so away was a nice-looking casino with a high rise hotel and an RV park that were all filled with cars and RVs.  This area has an upscale, successful look compared to the downtrodden Indian reservations we had seen in South Dakota.  The museum told the story of how they were cheated out of their lands and their way of life, but the emphasis was on the many successes they have had in bringing back the water that had been stolen and starting a salmon hatchery.  They are actively teaching language and traditional culture to the young people, instilling pride in their heritage.  Very impressive story.



We tried to visit the famous Pendleton woolen mills, but we missed the last tour of the day, so we continued on to our campground 1/2 hour west.  Nice park with paved sites.  Still warm here with 80 degrees at 10pm.  It is dry, so we were able to open the windows and put on the fan and be comfortable.