Thursday, December 8, 2016

Giveaway & Traveling the Oregon Trail Backwards, Part 3

Note: Watch for the giveaway drawing later in this post.

At first I didn’t recognize the creatures that sped away from my car’s approach while retracing the Oregon Trail. My traveling companions were a female relative we'll call Julie, her two sons, and my young daughter.

Catch up on this epic road trip adventure:

  • October covered the Whitman Mission and Union, Oregon. Read it.
  • November took us to Baker City, the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center, Three Island Crossing in Idaho, and Saratoga’s Hotel Wolfe. Read it.
This post is brought to you by Janalyn Voigt.

Traveling the Oregon Trail Backwards

Wyoming Prairie and Devil's Gate 

Another deer that was not a deer leaped a fence and sped away from my car’s approach. What on earth were these strange creatures? I’d seen them for miles on end while crossing the prairie. Their tan bodies with cream underbellies would remind me of deer if their horns branched. They also ran faster than any deer I’d ever seen, reminding me of gazelles.

I frowned in puzzlement until a childhood song ran through my mind. Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, and the deer and the antelope play, where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day.

Image by Thomas Quine [CC BY 2.0 ], via Wikimedia Commons
"I bet they're antelope!"

Julie had been staring after a heard of the fleeing creatures, jumped at my sudden outburst. "Oh, of course!" She shook her head. "I guess you can tell we're not from around here."

"You think?" I smiled, ridiculously happy to know that the creatures I'd sung about as a child still run wild in America. I'd seen wild bison, known as "buffalo" to pioneers, in Yellowstone National Park and on other road trips, but had somehow missed seeing antelope.


Now that I have you humming "Home on the Range," here's a video that shows amazing glimpses of pioneer families and the homes they lived in.




Devil's Gate

The "Devil's Gate" by Alfred Jacob Miller ca. 1858-60, a watercolor on paper,
commissioned by William T. Walters, 1858-1860; Image courtesy of the Walters Art Museum




Cut by the Sweetwater River on its way through the Rattlesnake Mountains, Devil's gate was visible from the highway for miles. Wanting to spend as long as possible at Independence Rock, we decided to skip hiking for a closer view of Devil's Gate. If you want to know the whole truth, the heat was more than we could tolerate, and the possibility of surprising a rattlesnake clenched the deal. Sometimes you have to pick your battles.

The romanticized painting of Devil's Gate by Alfred Jacob Miller in the image above makes me want to go back and navigate the trail. If I do, it will be in milder weather.

While driving through waving grasslands with the sun beating down, I wondered how travelers on the Oregon Trail survived the heat, sometimes with unreliable sources of water. They had to be hardy souls.

Captain John Charles Fremont (1813-1890), with Kit Carson as his guide, led a company of half-starved men past Devil's Gate in 1844. They were headed westward, searching for the fabled Buenaventura River, believed to flow from the Rocky Mountains to the Pacific Ocean. Fremont described Devil's Gate with these words: "The length of the passage is about 300 yards, and the width 35 yards. The walls of rock are verticle [sic], and about 400 feet in height; and the stream in the gate is almost entirely choked up by masses which have fallen from above."

View of Devil's Gate on the Sweetwater by Samuel J. Mills, ca. 1858; Library of Congress



Rockfall made the narrow gorge impassable for wagon trains but Devil's Gate intrigued emigrants and most took the opportunity to investigate it. They camped at its base, watched bighorn sheep scale the Sweetwater Rocks, climbed themselves, and carved their initials in the granite. Emigrant inscriptions are still visible in the stone today. 

Some died here. More than 20 pioneer graves are thought to exist in the area, but only the gave of Frederick Fulkerson has been positively identified. Frederick died after swimming across the Platte River in order to guide frightened livestock across. Chilled and exhausted, he never recovered from the ordeal. Frederick was just eighteen at the time of his death. His is one of the oldest known emigrant graves in the nation.

View of Devil's Gate from Independence Rock; image courtesy of wyomingtalesandtrails.com.

Are you wondering, as I did, how Devil's Gate came by its ominous name? Different stories exist. The Shoshone and Arapaho told the story for centuries of a giant tusked monster that roamed here until Indian warriors killed it by shooting arrows from the passes and ravines. Enraged, the beast carved a hold in the mountain with its tusks and escaped. Could this legend have sprung from the tribal memory of a mastodon that once ranged here, carried forward through time?

Scientists once thought Native Americans weren't around at the time of the mastodons. However, the Manis Mastodon in Washington state changed their thinking when acheologists discovered a spear tip embedded in the rib bones


Continuing the Journey

Seven miles to the east rose Independence Rock, a cherished landmark on the Oregon Trail. Exploring it stands as one of the most memorable events on the trip. I'll continue with that story next month on the 8th. See you then.


Giveaway Drawing

In the spirit of Christmas, I'll giving away PDF's of All I Want for Christmas to five people who comment to this post with a travel memory. This warm-hearted romance novella will remind you of what is most important in life. 


Comment with a travel memory to enter. Be sure to leave your email address so I can contact you. Please type the @ in your email address as 'at.'

She wants a successful man, not a street musician.He won't tell her that his 'fiddle' is a Stradivarius.

Hailey may just give up on men entirely. 

When Corey broke her heart, her best friend Matt helped pick up the pieces. With Corey looking her way again, Matt has started acting funny, however. If Matt wasn't a cubicle worker moonlighting as a Seattle street musician, this would be easy.

Never mind that she finds Matt charming and attractive...

Hailey can't afford a drag on her ambitions. She needs to climb the career ladder in order to keep her childhood home, all she has left of her parents. No, Corey is the right man to help her get ahead, not Matt, but... 

Why doesn't that idea sit right with her? 

Matt isn't about to tell Hailey that the 'fiddle' he carries is a Stradivarius or that he owns a tuxedo, not after his fiancé ditched him for a man with more money.

Let her love him for himself or not at all.

About Janalyn Voigt


My father instilled a love of literature in me at an early age by reading chapters from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Robinson Crusoe and other classics. When I grew older, and he stopped reading bedtime stories, I put myself to sleep with tales I 'wrote' in my head. My sixth-grade teacher noticed my interest in storytelling and influenced me to become a writer.

I'm what is known as a multi-genre author, but I like to think of myself as a storyteller. 

The same elements appear in all my novels in proportions dictated by their genre: romance, mystery, adventure, history, and whimsy.

Epic Fantasy: DawnSinger and Wayfarer are the first two novels in the epic fantasy series, Tales of Faeraven. The final books in the series, Sojourner and DawnKing, are under contract with my publisher.

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8 comments:

  1. Traveling with a great aunt and uncle through Montana and Wyoming was one of pure joy. I was younger and saw the different animals at close range that lived in the area. A life time change for simplier things developed in my life after going on two mission trips--El Salvador and Romania. Our team all learned true happiness is having total faith God will supply our basic needs and material riches did not matter. Thank you for sharing your traveling experience. Now Home on the Range will be going through my head until some Christmas song sticks with me. LOL All I want for Christmas sounds like an enjoyable read for this special time of the year. Merry Christmas and God Bless. marilynridgway78[at]gmail[dot]com

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    1. Hi, Marilyn. Thanks for the reminder at this hurried time of year to enjoy simplicity.

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  2. As a child, we would take the bus from New York to Ohio to visit my grandparents for the summer. My mom always packed snacks for the trip. One of the things I remember most is the Oreo cookies we'd have every time. Then when I was going to live with my dad in Missouri for the summer, my boyfriend stopped at the store on the way to meet my dad and stepmother and he, without my knowledge, went in the store and brought me out a package of Oreo cookies. Fond memories.
    princessdebbie1_2000(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  3. I remember traveling as a child by train from California to Alabama for Christmas with my step-mother.. My little brother was missing for a while. He was finally found in the mens bathroom shaving with a plastic set that he had gotten for a gift. When we got to the farm in Alabama we found out they only had an outhouse. Brrrrrrrrr. My grandmother picked me out of all the kids to go to town with her. It was the first time I heard Silver Bells on the radio. fishingjan(at)aol(dot)com

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    1. I remember train travel, too. I always got motion sickness. No fun! I'm glad you have better memories.

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  4. I love to travel and it is my desire to visit all fifty states. I lack three so we will see!

    mauback55 at gmail dot com

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