Oregon Trail History

6/11/15 Thursday in Glenn’s Ferry, ID (Three Island Crossing St Park-$39/night)

Ah, we slept in until almost 8! Such a treat. This will be a 90 degree day so I got the laundry going as soon as I could. This is a beautiful place, with lots of lush grass and big shady trees; with the great plus of a view to the DISH satellite for TV. We even got busy (while it was pleasantly cool) cleaning the jacks (John) and a final cleaning of windows (Trish).

When I tried to make a reservation to a future campground, I found out our VISA card wouldn’t work. After calling the card services we found out it had been used by someone else, so there was a fraud block on it. Sure glad they caught it, plus they put a 15 minute release on it so I could continue my payment for that reservation. They’re sending the new cards to our home, so we’re really glad that’s where we’re headed in just a few more days!

After lunch I asked our neighbors if they were familiar with the area. They sure were. They’re from west of Boise. They said that US 55 was a nice scenic road with passing lanes and turn outs. That was a relief. We got to talking, then John and I left to visit the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center because it closed at 4:00. The guides/docents were most helpful and their displays were just excellent.

The early emigrants followed the Lewis and Clark trail, for the most part. When they reached the Snake River they needed to cross to the northern side because the grass and water was plentiful there, not so much on the southern side. Unfortunately it’s a pretty dangerous river to cross but here at Three Island Crossing the Indians showed them a path that made use of 2 of those islands to get relatively safely across. They couldn’t use the last island because the water was especially swift near it. We saw a video of reenactors crossing there and one of their wagons tipped (along with the oxen/mules). There’s a deep hole if you’re not careful. Gus Glenn built a ferry in time, but it was for his freight, not for emigrants, unfortunately. We could have driven to where you could see the wagon tracks, but it was just too hot to feel it was worth it. Please click on any image you’d like to read, to enlarge it.

OR Trail 1 OR trail 1a OR trail 3 OR trail 4

Euro Americans (Emigrants).  It struck me that their life had some similarities to our fulltime RV lifestyle.  We don’t have it nearly as difficult, of course!

EA 1 EA 2 EA 3 EA 4

In the beginning the Indians here were glad to help the emigrants, as they made their journey as well as when they settled here. One of the first issues came over the Indians’ camas root land. This root was a staple for them. But the Euro Americans began claiming that land for themselves. This continued with “a trail of promises made and broken”.

Native Americans

NA 1 NA 2 NA 3 NA 4

I loved this quote of a modern Indian regarding trying to have good relations with the Euro Americans now: “What I’ve been teaching my children is that the first thing that we have to do is start respecting one another and then move to self-respect. Once we find out who and what our purpose in life is then from there we are able to help others and help nature around us. Without that self-respect we may be destructful.”

We read outside in the breezes for awhile, then supper. Too windy to use our grill, which was unfortunate since we had to turn off the A/C for enough amps to cook supper. That’s camping for you!

I’d seen a comment in the news that Delivadova was playing for the Cavaliers (NBA) in the finals. Really? Our Gonzaga basketball team had several hard fought games against his team (St. Mary’s), so we knew how fast and furious he was. So I had to watch the game. As it went along I found myself rooting for the Golden State Warriors, because they were smaller and quick, similar to how Gonzaga plays. So it was exciting to see them pull ahead to a great winning margin (103-82).

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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