tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44613420307340528722024-02-07T09:09:50.790-08:00A Ford on the LincolnA honeymooning couple's adventures on the Lincoln Highway and Yellowstone Trail.Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-63078361177868838392020-10-08T14:54:00.003-07:002020-11-08T09:22:31.308-08:00Following the Yellowstone Trail to the Red Brick Road<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvG5IQV_j5jBPK0Pkwd5SP7ZOHtE7t0D_vKASCi2MIN5f7H3j3P6Bv9DMGrOQXq1nNk97AFvjpE9O2VX-Un4u1dtlkIjyz6Ef8om4x25Oj0d_ySZcHU4yjUTb5-PwN7FUmLWbA94xBztiT/s1504/DSC_0354.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvG5IQV_j5jBPK0Pkwd5SP7ZOHtE7t0D_vKASCi2MIN5f7H3j3P6Bv9DMGrOQXq1nNk97AFvjpE9O2VX-Un4u1dtlkIjyz6Ef8om4x25Oj0d_ySZcHU4yjUTb5-PwN7FUmLWbA94xBztiT/w640-h426/DSC_0354.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZAJ1RcIuVQzShHaCylhxbUiBYzrfNPh0ZLm0NotJcgHRNDgDMYj4mc1XLiUDMUi-efr3Ofy-5EHKTluGsxP6i7UuILEq3qgx7XXi1sqhYScn0U5GwOgPVLY89emjqp3riZTJQXaU87QC/s1262/DSC_0334.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="1262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZAJ1RcIuVQzShHaCylhxbUiBYzrfNPh0ZLm0NotJcgHRNDgDMYj4mc1XLiUDMUi-efr3Ofy-5EHKTluGsxP6i7UuILEq3qgx7XXi1sqhYScn0U5GwOgPVLY89emjqp3riZTJQXaU87QC/s320/DSC_0334.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>By October 6, we had been on the road for a week. We had camped nearly every night across Montana, Idaho and Washington. These nights were spent in a primitive, yet cozy tent trailer. We did not have water in the trailer and all of the electricity, when we had electricity, was furnished via an extension cord. One night we used an electric heater inside the trailer on other nights we relied on our warm sleeping bags. </div><div><br /></div><div>We decided to spend the night of October 6 in a motel in Wenatchee. Not only would staying in a motel be a welcome rest, but it would give us a chance to recharge our batteries, both our personal batteries and the ones for the electronic devices. They were spent too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKOatnVdo3NHKgrvWBBPZb6JqqU1YI2ww0Y44SGfKNfVwmf5FRPHPNQBX_dXD1UVCfEu6b_HJxU_b3IZLL7g7Sr7od5mor4SVNBzh7_NFurjprmoH2TiclM7CQh1X4GTwKMsFvCVOQgOC/s1352/DSC_0325.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuKOatnVdo3NHKgrvWBBPZb6JqqU1YI2ww0Y44SGfKNfVwmf5FRPHPNQBX_dXD1UVCfEu6b_HJxU_b3IZLL7g7Sr7od5mor4SVNBzh7_NFurjprmoH2TiclM7CQh1X4GTwKMsFvCVOQgOC/s320/DSC_0325.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRrFmAAzl4gUhIOcvDM0hKyhAtqBAlofgV_DrHb2MkUSJasC0W1fugqgrgwRgMTSePC6rTedJWwZNoq5Wk6W5k9bpydTkGIa0jxxRJUZUu1CQOP1I4sI_D8bfKihL4Cn3WZd3CmEJ5My7/s1226/DSC_0326.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRrFmAAzl4gUhIOcvDM0hKyhAtqBAlofgV_DrHb2MkUSJasC0W1fugqgrgwRgMTSePC6rTedJWwZNoq5Wk6W5k9bpydTkGIa0jxxRJUZUu1CQOP1I4sI_D8bfKihL4Cn3WZd3CmEJ5My7/s320/DSC_0326.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>On the morning of October 7 we left the motel and began the climb toward Stevens Pass. We were on U.S. Highway 2. We soon left the orchards and rich farmland of the Wenatchee Valley behind. The road was not crowded, but it was winding so we settled in and enjoyed the spectacular scenery. The fall colors were as good as or better than those in Montana.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJypMPX0vfbQq3JogwFanAz8osocuAp2Vpe05YMxGdy699efj1mkL62NZOm1RKIt2lgvly4J97Cjc4lo7l7vgc6AAA1M-EplZPuCspbKInGUGrUXi0kQjIOjBtYaKeciVCrTSHCvrK_r_3/s970/DSC_0333.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="831" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJypMPX0vfbQq3JogwFanAz8osocuAp2Vpe05YMxGdy699efj1mkL62NZOm1RKIt2lgvly4J97Cjc4lo7l7vgc6AAA1M-EplZPuCspbKInGUGrUXi0kQjIOjBtYaKeciVCrTSHCvrK_r_3/s320/DSC_0333.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-KEGz_AsRQFHJcXdeKAiv15xJ09SpNC1n4L0ehUxVXnx-T4e2kxVFERfaEePGz-fb-d7vXpSzYM8EWPk5tiwsy58VhowojD43mObu2yMoRCHEgaXs78wgTrTM2xH65U-oQUgyQEMqcxm/s1504/DSC_0338.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-KEGz_AsRQFHJcXdeKAiv15xJ09SpNC1n4L0ehUxVXnx-T4e2kxVFERfaEePGz-fb-d7vXpSzYM8EWPk5tiwsy58VhowojD43mObu2yMoRCHEgaXs78wgTrTM2xH65U-oQUgyQEMqcxm/w400-h265/DSC_0338.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdYctwNcjfLlI9Y9Bme-BL_7c3zw4oPOk5tXV2Q_G-wv31LORNrxn1rskKeFkvjRZbq6ufWG96ziufu9x1MU3lB9kl_ufrQ8ZNhDXqEW-yzEiCqe-ZhiVSfPd9H5CsYvgTjQkwok7VeeF/s1391/DSC_0329.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="994" data-original-width="1391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdYctwNcjfLlI9Y9Bme-BL_7c3zw4oPOk5tXV2Q_G-wv31LORNrxn1rskKeFkvjRZbq6ufWG96ziufu9x1MU3lB9kl_ufrQ8ZNhDXqEW-yzEiCqe-ZhiVSfPd9H5CsYvgTjQkwok7VeeF/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbB342KQq6zr-gDce16vvWs5m4FnJwT-RJxGjmaXpjuBIvPoVqqj2xBOX5nSDAtNf6xUcaCSGM_5Az8ttqqn-ZTXGRRqRmUITsOLxhRtiRd0EqKKBhZ4-6eU-ocpVtAxwLAgibHe16J_xf/s1504/DSC_0330.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbB342KQq6zr-gDce16vvWs5m4FnJwT-RJxGjmaXpjuBIvPoVqqj2xBOX5nSDAtNf6xUcaCSGM_5Az8ttqqn-ZTXGRRqRmUITsOLxhRtiRd0EqKKBhZ4-6eU-ocpVtAxwLAgibHe16J_xf/s320/DSC_0330.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;">The first town we came to was Leavenworth. Leavenworth began life as a railroad town along the Great Northern Railroad. When the railroad was no longer providing a stable economic foundation for the town, it reinvented itself as a Bavarian village. It's number one industry now is tourism. We were driving through as the town was getting ready for Oktoberfest tourists, but it was early enough in the morning that we were not slowed down and we did not stop to enjoy the sights. We've been to Leavenworth before, and we will visit again.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2x6DLFkaFaFIDnnZ-PZZXsqvbmP_rjwozdDytJgHwQfDjl4gLNkoBcZN09AepH5FD4PHaZ11BhqgiRctGgdq8lt1ihUyVHavnDNDjJG4Qkxmeh3z8BW5l4LMTtUEbFDRfyEWAaNVUHEe/s1504/DSC_0339.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2x6DLFkaFaFIDnnZ-PZZXsqvbmP_rjwozdDytJgHwQfDjl4gLNkoBcZN09AepH5FD4PHaZ11BhqgiRctGgdq8lt1ihUyVHavnDNDjJG4Qkxmeh3z8BW5l4LMTtUEbFDRfyEWAaNVUHEe/w640-h426/DSC_0339.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbRlxM6sM4IdE0t84GFEh14t15U35slrQHogeOFIYzOcSm8ALXKBtix_lUNKlkfSGeODVcNCt_S6MxhAUesQ7GWPoKT2R6EBGf97USmciGvscu-tgZ8D4YmlackyWgDEDUgZiJ72ruxa7/s2048/IMG_3033.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbRlxM6sM4IdE0t84GFEh14t15U35slrQHogeOFIYzOcSm8ALXKBtix_lUNKlkfSGeODVcNCt_S6MxhAUesQ7GWPoKT2R6EBGf97USmciGvscu-tgZ8D4YmlackyWgDEDUgZiJ72ruxa7/w200-h150/IMG_3033.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>After cresting the pass we began the long descent towards the Puget Sound area. At Snohomish, we left Highway 2 and drove towards Redmond, Washington. We were in search of "The Old Red Brick Road" which was paved with bricks in 1913 and is a part of the Yellowstone Trail. The instructions for getting to the road were not good. One device took us to Kirkland. It was actually a train store we ended up at - (really Bill? It was a former trip when we were in the area last year.) Another said it was in the town of Bothell, while another tried to take us to Everett and yet another set of directions led us to Redmond. I even stopped at the Bothell City Hall where I was stopped by signs indicating that the area was under quarantine due to Covid 19.<br /> I spoke with a nice woman on the phone that works for the city and she told me that there is a "Red Brick Rd., Park" in the city but that she wasn't sure if the Red Brick Road was there. It was not. We ultimately found it and it turns out that it is 196th Avenue Northeast in Redmond. We drove the mile-long section of "The Red Brick Road" and took some pictures. There is a nice interpretive sign at the beginning of the road in Redmond. The Yellowstone Trail is prominently mentioned.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yoWD-I5kI3ge3ddaJDpUwBvEjuCfOJfW0cAGzVYcu_URr_nROfHBIwlAVD1RKUIP9621OHaSsH6noDIeDA7T2adAz1ESWQ_6QdexxRdC5gNuFuzyUuCQp1CcY4tZNGQTXQXtjCKMdo-R/s671/DSC_0344.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="422" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yoWD-I5kI3ge3ddaJDpUwBvEjuCfOJfW0cAGzVYcu_URr_nROfHBIwlAVD1RKUIP9621OHaSsH6noDIeDA7T2adAz1ESWQ_6QdexxRdC5gNuFuzyUuCQp1CcY4tZNGQTXQXtjCKMdo-R/w115-h183/DSC_0344.JPG" width="115" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiItDhBQDOtRUZxp7waoObeP9CWaXmBvBMpfV0rOoSkn_UvDyHm8lHYncxa0-E91zHtqz9bZ3Fc7Gzfmgi0eNMzYvCr6fZezsFgPCBBX32uxqceR6A3jBZpHu4WK5q66QP1FA6rF3T3ZWUV/s1504/DSC_0356.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiItDhBQDOtRUZxp7waoObeP9CWaXmBvBMpfV0rOoSkn_UvDyHm8lHYncxa0-E91zHtqz9bZ3Fc7Gzfmgi0eNMzYvCr6fZezsFgPCBBX32uxqceR6A3jBZpHu4WK5q66QP1FA6rF3T3ZWUV/s320/DSC_0356.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYOb89G14WaoWfQG3trK0ZBwGvW-8dCZzqyxBBU5PJte9CHHtep5rShyWqtE7WWN0PPArgLJCiLtY8LR3AS2sfGSeXFiR4cZvmpSnMQ_SMYxqSN8Bq2OXIhXh2CB5VwelPNddrpIWwMg2/s1504/DSC_0357.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYOb89G14WaoWfQG3trK0ZBwGvW-8dCZzqyxBBU5PJte9CHHtep5rShyWqtE7WWN0PPArgLJCiLtY8LR3AS2sfGSeXFiR4cZvmpSnMQ_SMYxqSN8Bq2OXIhXh2CB5VwelPNddrpIWwMg2/w200-h133/DSC_0357.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> The history and significance of "The Red Brick Road" started before it had bricks and before 1913. In 1909 the transcontinental race from Boston to Seattle drove on this street as it was nearing the finish. The race was won by a model T Ford. Henry Ford was on hand to witness the end of the race.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUnaD8IkEREVIUlDcBc1o_xMi3wlvn-zCPIyf8lg19Ju5WmrfmwQaL07xpVp3BY519XniBcrQqMYgTL3QPHytzcyBT36mjdBawUQ02hz7S2gGVxk2rapKep6-SMqd7zG5jLGB2-nMFJZu/s1504/DSC_0359.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUnaD8IkEREVIUlDcBc1o_xMi3wlvn-zCPIyf8lg19Ju5WmrfmwQaL07xpVp3BY519XniBcrQqMYgTL3QPHytzcyBT36mjdBawUQ02hz7S2gGVxk2rapKep6-SMqd7zG5jLGB2-nMFJZu/w640-h426/DSC_0359.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We then went to search for the end of the trail. That proved<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ibB-WOvDwwqtN0weOrcaRozEI8VPfpKX_Gosah-9UodWVRwXE1I1F3OfMEcX4509M7uL0AVgQh7JqehzgfBucIFFfrYK-_nKGKPpoUOTh1sSv-OIZcx0R8CYChJRnFpswhVlK5fGbl41/s1504/DSC_0368.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ibB-WOvDwwqtN0weOrcaRozEI8VPfpKX_Gosah-9UodWVRwXE1I1F3OfMEcX4509M7uL0AVgQh7JqehzgfBucIFFfrYK-_nKGKPpoUOTh1sSv-OIZcx0R8CYChJRnFpswhVlK5fGbl41/s320/DSC_0368.JPG" /></a></div>easier to find than the 2 1/2 hour search for the "Old Red Brick Road". As it turns out the Yellowstone Trail ends at Pioneer Square, near the ferry terminal in Seattle. This proved easy to find and in a short 25 minutes we were at "The End of the Trail". In one sense this finishes our travel diary. It began in 2017 in Boise, foundered in San Francisco and then traveled the Lincoln Highway to Times Square in New York City, where we drove north to Plymouth Rock. At Plymouth Rock we began our trip west on the Yellowstone Trail. The Yellowstone Trail proved very difficult to follow many times. But by and large it truly is "A Good Road from Plymouth Rock to Puget Sound".</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6VBdyA4UIorXxKklmeddOFaDbVfpinMhNmKSnA7D7mIgGBZwJ1dl0z7-HEuL4iMJRluL0PfOh0c34UR6zeuYGBjKgWbYmtLlib9OSbMw3T8EE5hdultztsMErua5IthDhw4f82T8D3nJ/s994/DSC_0369.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="994" data-original-width="824" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb6VBdyA4UIorXxKklmeddOFaDbVfpinMhNmKSnA7D7mIgGBZwJ1dl0z7-HEuL4iMJRluL0PfOh0c34UR6zeuYGBjKgWbYmtLlib9OSbMw3T8EE5hdultztsMErua5IthDhw4f82T8D3nJ/s320/DSC_0369.JPG" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfwA-mWCckIz4J8bEbRXF4yA-e_cOCXWKfdMS6XMjr8ONOGTnS6HdkzytyYWtfNASTG9Df6bKFiboZUNpksMW3LxS3kNPWXFpZh8iJ3xAIexdffbuy8j10rCpZsc1nmsMePCJQEfQXwfs/s1504/DSC_0341.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfwA-mWCckIz4J8bEbRXF4yA-e_cOCXWKfdMS6XMjr8ONOGTnS6HdkzytyYWtfNASTG9Df6bKFiboZUNpksMW3LxS3kNPWXFpZh8iJ3xAIexdffbuy8j10rCpZsc1nmsMePCJQEfQXwfs/w640-h426/DSC_0341.JPG" width="640" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSG5uSOdZHmwzrHj8ll_LXMeoD6bobzNXu6H1hQnw7UZSMT1O5B1QwfZgfYSFXyeSb_XVOLHtEeg1pdyYFIkirxsUWRVc3NlrymtSRX6aOtTGcekGi06fTX1Uh8YzqdECGx_72Tf9IR026/s1504/DSC_0370.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSG5uSOdZHmwzrHj8ll_LXMeoD6bobzNXu6H1hQnw7UZSMT1O5B1QwfZgfYSFXyeSb_XVOLHtEeg1pdyYFIkirxsUWRVc3NlrymtSRX6aOtTGcekGi06fTX1Uh8YzqdECGx_72Tf9IR026/s320/DSC_0370.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Tomorrow we will start our trip home. We are not giving up on the Yellowstone Trail. We will drive the 1913 route through Yakima, and the Tri-Cities. At that point we will part with the Yellowstone Trail in drive Interstate 84 back to Boise.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-I3eO_dUnTVuzg4txtoAq-8VqWSw3qjYou4oE68SoyHbej4N3KnJ7vyEDmDEyCcPv2PJsrhjZCAefsSBPsjWy6_jQZRlEnwjIj3hOKd1Vj0GvlfwbGm1gGDVfLw8tS2I1CcA7YL-UcAnp/s1504/DSC_0362.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-I3eO_dUnTVuzg4txtoAq-8VqWSw3qjYou4oE68SoyHbej4N3KnJ7vyEDmDEyCcPv2PJsrhjZCAefsSBPsjWy6_jQZRlEnwjIj3hOKd1Vj0GvlfwbGm1gGDVfLw8tS2I1CcA7YL-UcAnp/s320/DSC_0362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This trip has been a great and grand adventure. We met a lot of people all of them friendly and helpful. There was not a "stinker" in the bunch. The last part of the trip, from Yellowstone Park to Puget Sound was delayed for three years for a number of reasons. One of these reasons was that I thought this portion of the road might be anticlimactic. It wasn't. The route through Western Montana and the search for the red brick road in western Washington proved to be to the most scenic and rewarding portions of the entire trip.</div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvi7OFMefS2uVIA9H-8eYyVAMeliGIIvD39hBHY-99KouyRzBY-Dyfse2xFJkrZ4B6aEVk5V_qHrA_sa_9mWPQzCvLwmDSEcO0L2BYil1EcVAvMkISDnPq8rHGQKjmjmO6sXJxd7LeCCdZ/s1504/DSC_0371.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvi7OFMefS2uVIA9H-8eYyVAMeliGIIvD39hBHY-99KouyRzBY-Dyfse2xFJkrZ4B6aEVk5V_qHrA_sa_9mWPQzCvLwmDSEcO0L2BYil1EcVAvMkISDnPq8rHGQKjmjmO6sXJxd7LeCCdZ/s320/DSC_0371.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4IhQLappbxirGF_dEMFY02fbkSTEJABszDYTnKE5SKojL-DK2nHtgXZ8WVjHPnJOvpr9TFHPcKs_fXrSfajPZAHdVvHpbSzCW_xPqjhW-mRKzPWqp5HknA-5qNL7PkNp7uKiYfBQsced7/s1437/DSC_0376.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="1437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4IhQLappbxirGF_dEMFY02fbkSTEJABszDYTnKE5SKojL-DK2nHtgXZ8WVjHPnJOvpr9TFHPcKs_fXrSfajPZAHdVvHpbSzCW_xPqjhW-mRKzPWqp5HknA-5qNL7PkNp7uKiYfBQsced7/s320/DSC_0376.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVcez9rnjS2ER3BlU-8lizzuEC6SlweaZWQVhnQ5odVCiUvQp7Ud7c9fJcJzWBcMfRq_Yi6nokA_V44wdRKODqBUFenUkQdI00JTHG4L-QBayKcWme5KLnQHIX4B8w9PbOKBkYO-scbiF/s1504/DSC_0374.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVcez9rnjS2ER3BlU-8lizzuEC6SlweaZWQVhnQ5odVCiUvQp7Ud7c9fJcJzWBcMfRq_Yi6nokA_V44wdRKODqBUFenUkQdI00JTHG4L-QBayKcWme5KLnQHIX4B8w9PbOKBkYO-scbiF/s320/DSC_0374.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwn9NoYHZOQuGobnD1R3LTtqK_UpOwp71ZXlNTRRQOFRGeRG1c2oGVwJOssFlWeSHHkkqEqfWfgklWIouuE1x3OYH0kbJ4iqEM3BTqIHrJsVDOkMgUIo8N9l3168TYUgUmJ8n9fOdpEqfi/s1443/DSC_0343.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1443" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwn9NoYHZOQuGobnD1R3LTtqK_UpOwp71ZXlNTRRQOFRGeRG1c2oGVwJOssFlWeSHHkkqEqfWfgklWIouuE1x3OYH0kbJ4iqEM3BTqIHrJsVDOkMgUIo8N9l3168TYUgUmJ8n9fOdpEqfi/w640-h280/DSC_0343.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-88131592448801475462020-10-06T20:12:00.003-07:002021-06-27T16:55:29.842-07:00Racing Across Washington<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhKJ_cyDnVV_hrdyvxYx7x7OoEsUV7gtdMSZPkWMrk3zVGXIOeLhOCZpzRqOpOYeD9pQyqXDUCYaWDudAVKRSUcwRCqebyGshJpqCYjNPREMrqDWsuDNvD6Qe0mhtscXmzq0lhlEsT_z_/s1440/Riverside+Ave.+in+Spokane.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="958" data-original-width="1440" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhKJ_cyDnVV_hrdyvxYx7x7OoEsUV7gtdMSZPkWMrk3zVGXIOeLhOCZpzRqOpOYeD9pQyqXDUCYaWDudAVKRSUcwRCqebyGshJpqCYjNPREMrqDWsuDNvD6Qe0mhtscXmzq0lhlEsT_z_/w400-h266/Riverside+Ave.+in+Spokane.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>The Yellowstone Trail wanted to be considered at the same level as the Lincoln Highway. In 1916 the Yellowstone Trail Association issued a challenge to the Lincoln Highway, challenging that Association to a cross-country race with each Association using its own highway. For whatever reason the Lincoln Highway Association did not respond to the challenge. I suspect that they felt that as the preeminent Highway Association they had little to gain and much to lose in any such race. </div><div><br /></div><div> Despite the fact that the Lincoln Highway association begged off on the race, the Yellowstone Trail Association went forward anyway. They raced from Plymouth Rock to Puget Sound. The Yellowstone Trail Association's efforts took five days one hour and 12 minutes. This established a new record for transcontinental travel. In that effort the Yellowstone Trail's drivers took the route due west from Spokane across Washington. This eliminated more than 150 miles from the trip. Ultimately that route would become the Yellowstone Trail in its final incarnation. This is the route that we are taking today. We will return on the pre-1916 route going down through Sunnyside and over to the Tri-Cities before returning home. <div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRFvB2OYxL3Nd9_g5oLV1Na8QVef7IteCXejZcTl6r6HPP2TRWVXHdE3EFu7LVBPcUT_zKLyrKmDffBF9xjypSUIE8yUw-g_wSGWxgOx8KQclM5but53kKMhDPE-Jfs-Gx5obzMYwmftK/s1504/DSC_0285.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRFvB2OYxL3Nd9_g5oLV1Na8QVef7IteCXejZcTl6r6HPP2TRWVXHdE3EFu7LVBPcUT_zKLyrKmDffBF9xjypSUIE8yUw-g_wSGWxgOx8KQclM5but53kKMhDPE-Jfs-Gx5obzMYwmftK/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Yesterday morning we began our daily drive from our campground in Coeur d' Alene, Idaho. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIY3fhcPRVj5qKomp3Z-U-zwG9lnT-yHhN429T2_y3qSHkSAoiWkTlBSxzYLKzNnbjbMdfwoEWecXo-X7qxtpgxtgtgJpPc97VYGUZYy0S470ES5jNrX4UIIm-AneG3kBH_C8ut7-e-ZJ/s1504/DSC_0286.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIY3fhcPRVj5qKomp3Z-U-zwG9lnT-yHhN429T2_y3qSHkSAoiWkTlBSxzYLKzNnbjbMdfwoEWecXo-X7qxtpgxtgtgJpPc97VYGUZYy0S470ES5jNrX4UIIm-AneG3kBH_C8ut7-e-ZJ/s320/DSC_0286.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />As you can see, we were the smallest "rig" in the campground. Our destination was only about 45 miles away, Riverside State Park in Spokane. In law school, Linda and I would often go camping at Riverside State Park in order to give us a break from the trials of law school and also to go shopping as Moscow, Idaho had very little in the way of shopping in the mid-1970s. We have fond memories of Riverside and our camping expeditions there. I guess we were hoping to relive these experiences, but this trip disappointed us in that regard. </div><div><br /></div><div> Riverside is becoming overused. In addition, the Covid 19 restrictions meant that the water for campers was turned off. (Why, I really don't know?) Camping everywhere has been crowded. But with many Washington state schools closed, this meant that there were a lot of kids in the campground. This is not so bad in and of itself, but the five kids in the campsite next to us "were free range" children. We were disheartened that they didn't respect outdoor rules of courtesy. Their parents didn't keep them quiet and even seem to encourage their yelling and screaming. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>The Davenport Hotel in Spokane is quite grand. Louis Davenport was the proprietor and overseer of the building of it. It has the distinction of being the first hotel in the United States with air conditioning. </div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixhBLOPqjBEw_qH78RMYe00ezcJAF4BuYiaEV96NZZrBZFPg5IorA09tZADXJcdnnNQD2cpgqQyhKRKnugDXDImp0aQoNESFYRjlJC3ktDsJ3JUI5XC9kH3bOxgJWYPL9CHiL_jQ7eFgMk/s1504/DSC_0295.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixhBLOPqjBEw_qH78RMYe00ezcJAF4BuYiaEV96NZZrBZFPg5IorA09tZADXJcdnnNQD2cpgqQyhKRKnugDXDImp0aQoNESFYRjlJC3ktDsJ3JUI5XC9kH3bOxgJWYPL9CHiL_jQ7eFgMk/s320/DSC_0295.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7QFxgdUVj3n9Jyv66wMzWKFSPl1KEdrZM1kYR9EFZ_woknQ5MA-E7Bl1xNg0vmfiT_lv6usr6n-l4dy85VDuZr7fPrA-N_6v95sXULl3hzGG6r29sK5i_sLdpf8a8nMsN7VEKrIeBXup/s1504/DSC_0287.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7QFxgdUVj3n9Jyv66wMzWKFSPl1KEdrZM1kYR9EFZ_woknQ5MA-E7Bl1xNg0vmfiT_lv6usr6n-l4dy85VDuZr7fPrA-N_6v95sXULl3hzGG6r29sK5i_sLdpf8a8nMsN7VEKrIeBXup/w200-h133/DSC_0287.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOo014BY2PVs5fKIb2sFLq2hMljXoTu7w9qi6UpDiRv8gYoiM9vt95XpGA34311NAlEVnhAglV1k3rOKjXckBsXwBNlGw40akXWzdlpXp0T-ky8I3QBmXPs8MPHkGqNVhl64tc4NwFfuP/s1504/DSC_0296.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwOo014BY2PVs5fKIb2sFLq2hMljXoTu7w9qi6UpDiRv8gYoiM9vt95XpGA34311NAlEVnhAglV1k3rOKjXckBsXwBNlGw40akXWzdlpXp0T-ky8I3QBmXPs8MPHkGqNVhl64tc4NwFfuP/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzC35erk1Y5Kd3Q2kWSpsm-udR-8Sce1ucoLVhrX_CVfuTjqgWUeXowkFTK8vwlWw8JSOWl8eZqxYmoTNhHjm4FbY4iW-D2D0ZxDeEFPmN1iJ0okOcwXzCcOFT_Z2qIOif0zFInKNUWqDR/s1504/DSC_0301.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzC35erk1Y5Kd3Q2kWSpsm-udR-8Sce1ucoLVhrX_CVfuTjqgWUeXowkFTK8vwlWw8JSOWl8eZqxYmoTNhHjm4FbY4iW-D2D0ZxDeEFPmN1iJ0okOcwXzCcOFT_Z2qIOif0zFInKNUWqDR/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> After getting a reasonably good night sleep, we broke camp when the children in the next campsite awakened us. After a quick coffee, we got on "The Sunset Highway" in Spokane, the name given to Highway 2 in Washington, and headed west. It travels on an east-west route across the state. By and large, it is a good road, but there are not many towns along the route. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrDcs2b3QnS0p13tzKpfbuUf3EW6sywC9sj_vLDXe5iAL7kmEb6CSDfu4Ayhe2gRlMDEtGFvpxozDDAlRTuQS7HqrUoLMh6n1lGmUVzORj_eVV9bjUUDc69BJlDnNTDq1GG2w_wMS4mSY/s1504/DSC_0312.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrDcs2b3QnS0p13tzKpfbuUf3EW6sywC9sj_vLDXe5iAL7kmEb6CSDfu4Ayhe2gRlMDEtGFvpxozDDAlRTuQS7HqrUoLMh6n1lGmUVzORj_eVV9bjUUDc69BJlDnNTDq1GG2w_wMS4mSY/s320/DSC_0312.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>The scenery is interesting in his own way. We first came across "The Washington Scab Lands", which is a remnant of the flood when the ice dam which formed Lake Missoula, released the water which resulted in a flood across Northern Idaho and into Eastern Washington. In places the flood deposited tons of rich soil which can be seen in the rolling Hills of the Palouse.</div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6g88KxG0Ii5TVxtwlZlV5c8qDCrvZBLg2dZzm0RYGlI7N_zTg3JV1w_p3JVYgroYcu5t11zMOehQu-HjFvWFfZOrtyIaE6m7OV1OtvQNvhxBK5cVErkPjIRId0n0STF6OfGFoYtCdNw-x/s1504/DSC_0310.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6g88KxG0Ii5TVxtwlZlV5c8qDCrvZBLg2dZzm0RYGlI7N_zTg3JV1w_p3JVYgroYcu5t11zMOehQu-HjFvWFfZOrtyIaE6m7OV1OtvQNvhxBK5cVErkPjIRId0n0STF6OfGFoYtCdNw-x/s320/DSC_0310.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div>In other places the flood scoured the land and left it devoid of vegetation and topsoil. This is the case in the scab lands. The soil reminds me of the Loess soil of Western Iowa which we observed during the 2017 Lincoln Hwy. conference. The Palouse soil is just as rich as the soil of Western Iowa, but it was formed in a vastly different way. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just west of Spokane we passed through the town of Davenport, Washington. The town is named for its founder, John C Davenport, not the Davenport who was founder of the Davenport Hotel. (Although the two may have been related.) The Courthouse, built in 1897, was an important center for the residents until 1995. It was burned to the ground by a local teen. It was painstakingly restored, including the original iron fence that had been removed to aid in the war effort of WWII. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdSi_fG_mTAF1EY4uU93aBXXHAKAeDv6s6jZdd4V_EQC5veBVvSXNysX1ybepho_ZP1f0i5-cZhida8L70EGGK_nP9bWiXSTJ_lfyp6slvnzSuVxy29l5LnSLFugYvPSpzNs52nWOVnCX/s1504/DSC_0311.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdSi_fG_mTAF1EY4uU93aBXXHAKAeDv6s6jZdd4V_EQC5veBVvSXNysX1ybepho_ZP1f0i5-cZhida8L70EGGK_nP9bWiXSTJ_lfyp6slvnzSuVxy29l5LnSLFugYvPSpzNs52nWOVnCX/s320/DSC_0311.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>From Davenport we continued due West and soon passed through the little community of Wilbur, Washington. There was a hamburger stand here which serves "Billy Burgers" and also a tribute to Charlotte's Web. There is a statue of Wilbur the pig and next to Wilbur is a spider's web featuring Charlotte. West of Wilbur we passed through Coulee City, home of the Grand Coulee Dam. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tWDTPGKFkej_jKlTDwWmg-4VVleZALNZgZCCTbUQ_BDha8Xh7oo81OZh9g12-AEFHD5bUeijefUGD8q0LskOzmphyphenhyphen_4jbfM3UK62PuRa7HPJi1jTnxGNjtwOyzfT49p_vLmNYjBb0_-L/s849/DSC_0314.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="726" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tWDTPGKFkej_jKlTDwWmg-4VVleZALNZgZCCTbUQ_BDha8Xh7oo81OZh9g12-AEFHD5bUeijefUGD8q0LskOzmphyphenhyphen_4jbfM3UK62PuRa7HPJi1jTnxGNjtwOyzfT49p_vLmNYjBb0_-L/w171-h200/DSC_0314.JPG" width="171" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIlmpYlRWzdNQMfqE3CChwqwi-V8QEoHZ9SDpmGpSqrErQP7b1p1fEKadsJS1JIrvLZJdfFCvdCOM-Lih340KVYvIh0D6N-g8ewPGi9UmJcnn1CG4Rnz-CBCJiJyKUbtDk-VMIbaBagVk/s1504/DSC_0316.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIlmpYlRWzdNQMfqE3CChwqwi-V8QEoHZ9SDpmGpSqrErQP7b1p1fEKadsJS1JIrvLZJdfFCvdCOM-Lih340KVYvIh0D6N-g8ewPGi9UmJcnn1CG4Rnz-CBCJiJyKUbtDk-VMIbaBagVk/w200-h133/DSC_0316.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div>We continued through central Washington until we came to the town of Wenatchee. Wenatchee is on the west side of the river across from East Wenatchee.</div><div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJHjILlMo6jb8GcEkdgKgX1El6KkSRfP7jFmzA5jQzCvDxiJxTdcCo790YHxo6xtBRBMKBjOfIK9iM-p5Ft_zEVnMHELvCNnPIZim4Um2ZoeHMk6vqLyGtASJKFIcWtDk6uZf_BqJOrsO/s1504/DSC_0323.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJHjILlMo6jb8GcEkdgKgX1El6KkSRfP7jFmzA5jQzCvDxiJxTdcCo790YHxo6xtBRBMKBjOfIK9iM-p5Ft_zEVnMHELvCNnPIZim4Um2ZoeHMk6vqLyGtASJKFIcWtDk6uZf_BqJOrsO/w200-h133/DSC_0323.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />East Wenatchee is the home of the Ranchero Roundup. That of course is the largest gathering of Rancheros on the planet. But Wenatchee has its own claim to fame. It is regarded as the Apple capital of the world. </div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIi9ScsS-gfEZEHp4EMlpnsPv1q1RTaPwX7WThAT7pJ962VqYTEKaDBZqaxhDoPXAX21lP1elAswmZb6RVrTB0_SYW3N_QYmk9of_UWU3Cc7YgaNijnQ5nYxIZIs4U6BuPrx3N_gueNzWf/s1504/DSC_0324.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIi9ScsS-gfEZEHp4EMlpnsPv1q1RTaPwX7WThAT7pJ962VqYTEKaDBZqaxhDoPXAX21lP1elAswmZb6RVrTB0_SYW3N_QYmk9of_UWU3Cc7YgaNijnQ5nYxIZIs4U6BuPrx3N_gueNzWf/s320/DSC_0324.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-23363591214902793852020-10-05T17:33:00.002-07:002020-10-06T08:50:06.585-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJDBK7Q0JAgX5dr5jfTuIX9Xm_T0q20OFvS0hMzKq902rqaQQMglcCjxI3cOcO3hIEvpC3L9sk-X_5BEyuz0rpb4ix5b32NJqyfPx4FTcJtdDKQWHNBVpL9d2S2VATnUvHBxNWkWJKq-Y/s1324/DSC_0284.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="1324" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJDBK7Q0JAgX5dr5jfTuIX9Xm_T0q20OFvS0hMzKq902rqaQQMglcCjxI3cOcO3hIEvpC3L9sk-X_5BEyuz0rpb4ix5b32NJqyfPx4FTcJtdDKQWHNBVpL9d2S2VATnUvHBxNWkWJKq-Y/w640-h392/DSC_0284.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>We began our day in Missoula, Montana. We left Jill and Jerry's house early in order to do some sightseeing on campus and to have breakfast with Mary Therese, one of Linda's college friends. We began the day without knowing our exact route, our stops, what we were going to see, or what time we would end the day and where we would end the day. Despite this recipe for disaster it worked out to be one of the most memorable and enjoyable days of this entire trip.(Which began in June 2017.) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImapIKgLnXAAJz7SCOVLdSyhEHT_k5WZ3DUxHyqZ8fqA3mpn7N5NFF2VQVs9_vZJt8oB9kf7iU7a1OC6UG66u45-uwY0ZAxM7m7W0BTmsvj_MjQQVDnDawFlKFyP0hTl9C-GiTc13zqVk/s1224/DSC_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="1224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImapIKgLnXAAJz7SCOVLdSyhEHT_k5WZ3DUxHyqZ8fqA3mpn7N5NFF2VQVs9_vZJt8oB9kf7iU7a1OC6UG66u45-uwY0ZAxM7m7W0BTmsvj_MjQQVDnDawFlKFyP0hTl9C-GiTc13zqVk/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" width="320" /></a> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwcw8VHUDK8U-3vqWQpg3g1LqDPtSDUHAWCqVee3OYfGCCJJ0yyM7RV-DbDC4h-JIWdiAY847zXC7ahAhF6SOUHHp-tfw1ND4vjpiE6Xez4zrXhSa2-k2MLOWPVp_MarVgw8N_dCE5qh_/s1504/DSC_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwcw8VHUDK8U-3vqWQpg3g1LqDPtSDUHAWCqVee3OYfGCCJJ0yyM7RV-DbDC4h-JIWdiAY847zXC7ahAhF6SOUHHp-tfw1ND4vjpiE6Xez4zrXhSa2-k2MLOWPVp_MarVgw8N_dCE5qh_/s320/DSC_0204.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2j3QL5hDTtxABQqEAVWgGguNoZxE1MBU4qPxFzIL9hkUuetCJaNC1Ix_7fdWx0MntbrYlxIBPPYsJif4Rqg2jLIoMEaXVjQdSBAnHhgGS4cguUgMpsZoaopGPAkrsyvRB3Nz0TYqKWmXx/s1504/DSC_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2j3QL5hDTtxABQqEAVWgGguNoZxE1MBU4qPxFzIL9hkUuetCJaNC1Ix_7fdWx0MntbrYlxIBPPYsJif4Rqg2jLIoMEaXVjQdSBAnHhgGS4cguUgMpsZoaopGPAkrsyvRB3Nz0TYqKWmXx/s320/DSC_0203.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p>In Missoula we stayed with Jill and Jerry, the same friends we stayed with when we had our car trouble in the Bay Area. Jill and Jerry spend summers in Missoula with Jill's mother Pat. The threat of COVID means Pat needs some extra attention to make sure adequate precautions are taken.</p><p>While in Missoula I found myself thinking a little bit about the fraternity and sorority system in Montana. Most of the houses have closed. I found out that my fraternity still exists, but that the members are living in the dorm. Linda's sorority continues, but does not appear to be as strong as it once was. At best, the University of Montana barely tolerates the Greek houses.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-MU181tZ00OIoQDQ14Y1fbg2L96oXzbpaSLvq1aOaPIEMyYzzTbCtHyspBj6cOyvcwPIP4uw_9b-N44ikMkOIiGeOW_G3dgW2W_9eO-uD7qwPj3evzHrT0rapHv4v7TVFmnvIkBG4Yt6/s1478/Main+Hall%252C+U.+of+M%252C+Missoula%252C+Montana.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="1478" height="123" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-MU181tZ00OIoQDQ14Y1fbg2L96oXzbpaSLvq1aOaPIEMyYzzTbCtHyspBj6cOyvcwPIP4uw_9b-N44ikMkOIiGeOW_G3dgW2W_9eO-uD7qwPj3evzHrT0rapHv4v7TVFmnvIkBG4Yt6/w200-h123/Main+Hall%252C+U.+of+M%252C+Missoula%252C+Montana.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Main Hall University of Montana<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>There are good and bad things about this type of structure. On the good side, we truly had to manage the house that we owned. On the bad side, it became a bit of an "animal house". The drinking age in Montana was 18 when I was attending UM. This produced a lot of human wreckage both in the dorms, but especially in the Greek houses. At the University of Idaho and many other schools, the fraternity houses and the property they sit upon our own by the University which leases it to the Greek houses. This allows the University some measure of control over the students and gives a stable foundation to the houses.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGjeQs5pe4wAj-xqOgo2obZAzrmDDxY-pgaMSxfkH3_1N0h5wpEt43jEHVSZB6RtuL0aAQPnX0QpBGwYwdJC9khU9fPJxbrXxX4BxDIfI2TBQ5ZlDFohvBkA6CjHBK92FOvZW5rssJoxR/s1504/DSC_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGjeQs5pe4wAj-xqOgo2obZAzrmDDxY-pgaMSxfkH3_1N0h5wpEt43jEHVSZB6RtuL0aAQPnX0QpBGwYwdJC9khU9fPJxbrXxX4BxDIfI2TBQ5ZlDFohvBkA6CjHBK92FOvZW5rssJoxR/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" width="320" /></a> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8tQ9Mpgid9uQnXTqJ_QUHUZwJZGW7m5xlZB2pIfECoFNxPafCBcuzCRR5wniyx-jBrz5EqxBzGflkcaY69yEfbd7aznNqjndyWSw41Bqf61JeKPe8jJ1e67EOu54zGoytQKpWfzZN4z6/s1504/DSC_0199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT8tQ9Mpgid9uQnXTqJ_QUHUZwJZGW7m5xlZB2pIfECoFNxPafCBcuzCRR5wniyx-jBrz5EqxBzGflkcaY69yEfbd7aznNqjndyWSw41Bqf61JeKPe8jJ1e67EOu54zGoytQKpWfzZN4z6/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxqeJkj5vM3yYtc42VhyphenhyphenHX2idIxolFkf8VvwS3xX53sj_FfHbJSxVAHUFIZFqICVRQs9cVnAEznGRKxkCOlGq5Gb4g75U2k5I4Z05fI1bieXqMhf2RhpiUXIfPS2DE61E7zRHrZLSbcl0/s1504/DSC_0201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxqeJkj5vM3yYtc42VhyphenhyphenHX2idIxolFkf8VvwS3xX53sj_FfHbJSxVAHUFIZFqICVRQs9cVnAEznGRKxkCOlGq5Gb4g75U2k5I4Z05fI1bieXqMhf2RhpiUXIfPS2DE61E7zRHrZLSbcl0/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCs3DDwbGA4pZM2SSidJHHQN0NhkEZ0yKjWjO6TpO_7k_Av-6Y8wZfBm0n2wPqd-CbC998TTCPYfRXiGoS-tYX_Ic-eC142PtqEQOS2Dr0JmPv-I9_2uqA4pHEglGD0vWKtxJlng1ijevp/s1450/Front+Street%252C+Missoula%252C+MT.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="1450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCs3DDwbGA4pZM2SSidJHHQN0NhkEZ0yKjWjO6TpO_7k_Av-6Y8wZfBm0n2wPqd-CbC998TTCPYfRXiGoS-tYX_Ic-eC142PtqEQOS2Dr0JmPv-I9_2uqA4pHEglGD0vWKtxJlng1ijevp/s320/Front+Street%252C+Missoula%252C+MT.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><p></p><p>Missoula pretty much always has always been a prosperous Montana community. It is now very liberal. In the 60's and 70's it had a little bit more of a split personality. The University community was liberal, perhaps even radical, but the rest of the town was made up of bankers, businessmen and financiers. That meant that the business conservatives at a chance of electing members of local government and representatives to the legislature. Representatives to the state legislature from Missoula might be Democrats for some years and Republicans in others. Now, they're pretty much all liberal Democrats.</p><p>Here are some photographs from our walks around town over the past couple of days:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtgWfn6f3wR4ZcsUJKitagoAyGbMdZyUIGPw5psHjPMR8k9Yl5Q5eUVAqOV01tnJVa5HdFF7CA6ZyTQbP-r_8xN_OiE284TlRHtJVT5HDryU0hrO-6Az-lcgs97p3Jga1V3E2uB8QfTMA/s1504/DSC_0189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtgWfn6f3wR4ZcsUJKitagoAyGbMdZyUIGPw5psHjPMR8k9Yl5Q5eUVAqOV01tnJVa5HdFF7CA6ZyTQbP-r_8xN_OiE284TlRHtJVT5HDryU0hrO-6Az-lcgs97p3Jga1V3E2uB8QfTMA/s320/DSC_0189.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQb2VduptsgY86xc8H94gf_SwaB4cSodKAdYH4ZlY8eEJjZyZaZdu7bDEisw2LlRuwPMXOjs93RZiA51DntzHM0J0Pu3yAoBC6Dxp3MBTp97oIJsv1n6pgf4xXBUZpBoJ3MNRIYO1obAa/s1504/DSC_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheQb2VduptsgY86xc8H94gf_SwaB4cSodKAdYH4ZlY8eEJjZyZaZdu7bDEisw2LlRuwPMXOjs93RZiA51DntzHM0J0Pu3yAoBC6Dxp3MBTp97oIJsv1n6pgf4xXBUZpBoJ3MNRIYO1obAa/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRYtAY4JO4KK73-KLpINtadeR1jOY-AN27a5Tn_3MQPJssibnUm3RfYX-u_Yyy_oQdZmOf-Njy9o5A4r7U7PTYS-U3e6CZA_i0Xcy5pyF7pXHIu1N9th8Szg4qEU459JOHZeaAWTcJCLI/s1504/DSC_0187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRYtAY4JO4KK73-KLpINtadeR1jOY-AN27a5Tn_3MQPJssibnUm3RfYX-u_Yyy_oQdZmOf-Njy9o5A4r7U7PTYS-U3e6CZA_i0Xcy5pyF7pXHIu1N9th8Szg4qEU459JOHZeaAWTcJCLI/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQo-zARcxLmCc5nHDHUTtvtkaB1iTHWuKhV0uLwt5pLy5IjHyKO0qBAaqAcyCrEnhS_TWJfiqSGLnPmjkB7GqdYaen0G6Vv_4RBTV-HOjggLL5dd7Jv6Rs2HZ3b7uEgF3h2pwKdKQ61DGr/s1447/DSC_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="1447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQo-zARcxLmCc5nHDHUTtvtkaB1iTHWuKhV0uLwt5pLy5IjHyKO0qBAaqAcyCrEnhS_TWJfiqSGLnPmjkB7GqdYaen0G6Vv_4RBTV-HOjggLL5dd7Jv6Rs2HZ3b7uEgF3h2pwKdKQ61DGr/s320/DSC_0185.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbusNe6AcQ3YKON0Iq6emYywse-_X6dWOtjZavTJqIazxRWeQ9__3DOM2gh4tBVoeWZ4W0xmVVRzploiRLDlDS7lh4P-zd4sKkaHMteixqe-uOL3-ncECHCeTWfmN1N1NEbz8IGZjnZDn/s1471/DSC_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="1471" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbusNe6AcQ3YKON0Iq6emYywse-_X6dWOtjZavTJqIazxRWeQ9__3DOM2gh4tBVoeWZ4W0xmVVRzploiRLDlDS7lh4P-zd4sKkaHMteixqe-uOL3-ncECHCeTWfmN1N1NEbz8IGZjnZDn/s320/DSC_0186.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>As you can see, the campus and all of Missoula for that matter were resplendent in the fall colors.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lQAvxIMwC8xoewkNFAyPbYFA1aMs5ggfEl3wWfwlA69PwGcBbC3YvZSZZYhxp8kdkRhTEJYZXOGSMzZgyL1V9RS-ftH6mwwO8gxFSPojSqdYYQFNbK8svJ9NV_b1CGtxievo5_LD-51A/s1504/DSC_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3lQAvxIMwC8xoewkNFAyPbYFA1aMs5ggfEl3wWfwlA69PwGcBbC3YvZSZZYhxp8kdkRhTEJYZXOGSMzZgyL1V9RS-ftH6mwwO8gxFSPojSqdYYQFNbK8svJ9NV_b1CGtxievo5_LD-51A/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>We left Missoula and drove west on Interstate 90. The interstate crossed and re-crossed the Clark Fork River. While most of the towns had an interstate access, it is almost impossible to drive old US 10 from Missoula to Coeur d' Alene.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2UAn3iU-ydUvEdicSRn2sQ4fbdr5uyYMYttWYKSdUZqbeV_7oJ0TKvL6Y_x25TJSWgmp_Ms2velY44Y07kM0YNw5YLmJw2VNunoRIkDG8V9bvp5QCGjEaRfCQSXE8pT5BB4mN3EQ9Xfu/s1030/DSC_0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="1030" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2UAn3iU-ydUvEdicSRn2sQ4fbdr5uyYMYttWYKSdUZqbeV_7oJ0TKvL6Y_x25TJSWgmp_Ms2velY44Y07kM0YNw5YLmJw2VNunoRIkDG8V9bvp5QCGjEaRfCQSXE8pT5BB4mN3EQ9Xfu/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>The old roads are victims of mountain geography. Just like the Sierras in California and the Rockies in Colorado there are only a few places where narrow mountain passes exist. The old road has to be obliterated to make way for the new highway. So as we drove Interstate 90 we just had to satisfy ourselves with the knowledge that we were in the vicinity and perhaps even driving on US 10, the Yellowstone Trail and the Mullan Road. We made a point to get off the interstate and drive the old loops wherever we could. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXAL5ImVPK_gZHz4MXNXIpaj5br3pmEvQ23RdbAV-4jVJfXkSGtP7Mbq0JHm2dZzpfr16NR2vK57Ykx9IZQxiMBY7ZjARCsd89WMWZPFdlUqnNYa5DU9QdSzXnQUIjIfUk-7FlDqE6uzW4/s1504/DSC_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXAL5ImVPK_gZHz4MXNXIpaj5br3pmEvQ23RdbAV-4jVJfXkSGtP7Mbq0JHm2dZzpfr16NR2vK57Ykx9IZQxiMBY7ZjARCsd89WMWZPFdlUqnNYa5DU9QdSzXnQUIjIfUk-7FlDqE6uzW4/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>One point where we exited the highway was east of St. Regis, at Cyr where we drove a segment of US 10 over a steel bridge crossing the Clark Fork River and then back on the interstate. We drove on west to St. Regis. At exit 70, we drove portions of old US 10. A few yards to the north, I thought I spotted another old roadbed. So we stopped the car and I walked about 20 yards to the roadbed on what I think was a segment of the original Yellowstone Trail.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK8c-VaqFJFRcrubzGi5tizKt8qkJ0-dDXQ062IylXSfhvwrmMI2xv_c_ICIFoanT8qNX3LO2bcj3QMN7iwgaEpxJ1jtmYe3Z0WEFFmlFxf4TeBsWtxv_oxYLoe7RrSDYd6bgZvZplhHk/s1504/DSC_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK8c-VaqFJFRcrubzGi5tizKt8qkJ0-dDXQ062IylXSfhvwrmMI2xv_c_ICIFoanT8qNX3LO2bcj3QMN7iwgaEpxJ1jtmYe3Z0WEFFmlFxf4TeBsWtxv_oxYLoe7RrSDYd6bgZvZplhHk/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyI3A1WgjtXWOnsY58vgeL5avQ__0yTksH64PaM1cSxBd8LFXyYiGUEf3ZTlebEl4EFmIv8zefdBWUeOIBT4sKj735o4WXcZXp26fm1e4wXYNLdZjK4a9zNpA8qhJt_EcOWJXyhAFb6Ysv/s1504/DSC_0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyI3A1WgjtXWOnsY58vgeL5avQ__0yTksH64PaM1cSxBd8LFXyYiGUEf3ZTlebEl4EFmIv8zefdBWUeOIBT4sKj735o4WXcZXp26fm1e4wXYNLdZjK4a9zNpA8qhJt_EcOWJXyhAFb6Ysv/s320/DSC_0215.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwvPs6oWzULQ5dbWuTiFL_FuZmmGAcqHAcJNeZZym6Myf9csfyORlFvsnxBzPzHrRLJy3VUTFMCRdiqJhHR3Fl5SODZjLCuXGN3J8zqwxyWZjvpmbr1SxPB_R2pZ29SKqpzB-86306QHY/s1504/DSC_0214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwvPs6oWzULQ5dbWuTiFL_FuZmmGAcqHAcJNeZZym6Myf9csfyORlFvsnxBzPzHrRLJy3VUTFMCRdiqJhHR3Fl5SODZjLCuXGN3J8zqwxyWZjvpmbr1SxPB_R2pZ29SKqpzB-86306QHY/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" /></a></div><br /> I know that if I am wrong someone will correct me. Along this road I saw a remnants of the post which supported an old guardrail.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>We left the interstate again at St. Regis, Montana and took a route known as: "The Camel's Hump". "The Camel's Hump" was used for a few years. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOutImxJzz-4xjLTBBtqOMLFn74B2SeiessI8lcgVQTXesUgtNu1KLTzZv6biN9YUf4K-XxXtSsexLv_UiCIPYbr1_9XMVy8TTX2-iphlohkN8GBPMGv558FyZ89yg9uTphc2bYHLY6-xC/s1445/DSC_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1445" data-original-width="961" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOutImxJzz-4xjLTBBtqOMLFn74B2SeiessI8lcgVQTXesUgtNu1KLTzZv6biN9YUf4K-XxXtSsexLv_UiCIPYbr1_9XMVy8TTX2-iphlohkN8GBPMGv558FyZ89yg9uTphc2bYHLY6-xC/s320/DSC_0219.JPG" /></a></div><br />I believe that the name came from a hill to the right of the roadway where we entered the mountain. The hill looks like a camels hump. We drove approximately 8 miles on this segment. It was quite interesting and one of the most beautiful segments of the Yellowstone Trail. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zVrkZhB8s4QT9pyBwLeMei8ZNtH0XX32WnSS-bGR0u078wnyS51Qi9sO88X8bjHblBMHA34dM4kwUDRC7GE6MbCE9IAyi_eqm7fBeF6Fe2WF3YFhCOnrifUHrsquQyDbU59tRmlvXCNL/s690/DSC_0226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8zVrkZhB8s4QT9pyBwLeMei8ZNtH0XX32WnSS-bGR0u078wnyS51Qi9sO88X8bjHblBMHA34dM4kwUDRC7GE6MbCE9IAyi_eqm7fBeF6Fe2WF3YFhCOnrifUHrsquQyDbU59tRmlvXCNL/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6xyQZOWmFlWxG0di_WF1bjRn5d8tvWnWGyOW-t2AJ3cAqd_sUmhGgJMGjcVwx-rxyzg59qEqW1GBV3u6af7-RTSxyHWrvK7FfkGHyQmIk4RijostrdBiBk6gAilYcd96yQ41tE-9c6Pa/s1041/DSC_0220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="1041" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6xyQZOWmFlWxG0di_WF1bjRn5d8tvWnWGyOW-t2AJ3cAqd_sUmhGgJMGjcVwx-rxyzg59qEqW1GBV3u6af7-RTSxyHWrvK7FfkGHyQmIk4RijostrdBiBk6gAilYcd96yQ41tE-9c6Pa/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Along this segment of road there is a Forest Service campground called: Circle City. I believe the name comes from a private campground near the town of de Borgia where "Circle City" was located. (It was a campground that dates back to the1920's, but as travelers began demanding better facilities, campground owners started building cabins.) In de Borgia stands the old Albert Hotel. ( Mr. & Mrs. Albert advertised in the 1928 Route Guide, "clean rooms, first class restaurant, soft drinks, cigars, etc. Road information accurately given".)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcUUmLzQ2aTC6e8TmBTb6m3AFM8Z0eo46EmJ54pU9Y6k0EYUv-3qtqTbhDEihv2-orXfRqPNlU0mm6riIcd4_wwtaez-mzEIavkZkyxzh7aXSRw0s5zrIKnwvgLI_k-IEj0JlQPe1FvFo6/s1504/DSC_0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcUUmLzQ2aTC6e8TmBTb6m3AFM8Z0eo46EmJ54pU9Y6k0EYUv-3qtqTbhDEihv2-orXfRqPNlU0mm6riIcd4_wwtaez-mzEIavkZkyxzh7aXSRw0s5zrIKnwvgLI_k-IEj0JlQPe1FvFo6/w200-h133/DSC_0228.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKwMw6MnBmjpdA6AteYN4lnwtZ4-jgSXCXl_JgbA9FBp4UB_WWyPaky3uL3NplAIgKwvN_bJpLgiCS0pCJ6mIE8dF_88fPAVwtEj2r5DOFS8dqvhUD1X-g0mlcIDStr7xYx8iboYUzN7_/s1504/DSC_0227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKwMw6MnBmjpdA6AteYN4lnwtZ4-jgSXCXl_JgbA9FBp4UB_WWyPaky3uL3NplAIgKwvN_bJpLgiCS0pCJ6mIE8dF_88fPAVwtEj2r5DOFS8dqvhUD1X-g0mlcIDStr7xYx8iboYUzN7_/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9hRMGUv1Bdk0oAorFcFajWzmzmc9KdNn0hkQ5bhGSmvA2_hilSDT3OdcP7WCgpt6-jKjpF_2pwPJN0Qy9eXr-zWHQzq_AesAeDjS-sVvTCXIh4U2zPA7T0T-4O9xVwcR7_fU4dGuFuiyH/s963/DSC_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="963" data-original-width="948" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9hRMGUv1Bdk0oAorFcFajWzmzmc9KdNn0hkQ5bhGSmvA2_hilSDT3OdcP7WCgpt6-jKjpF_2pwPJN0Qy9eXr-zWHQzq_AesAeDjS-sVvTCXIh4U2zPA7T0T-4O9xVwcR7_fU4dGuFuiyH/w197-h200/DSC_0230.JPG" width="197" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4EYzEDZO23opjUnOzTXIWTV5S4ADPYkdqfhwQhw_8W_pIiDAxy-46DYCMNjVEwqYnSuDy2F0lJVGMwi43PlySvc9dxZO3Ekb2LvDipnNa8OBpKUdJw6OIdD7iywZfCGhCVqbdgH5ROLV/s1271/DSC_0231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="1271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4EYzEDZO23opjUnOzTXIWTV5S4ADPYkdqfhwQhw_8W_pIiDAxy-46DYCMNjVEwqYnSuDy2F0lJVGMwi43PlySvc9dxZO3Ekb2LvDipnNa8OBpKUdJw6OIdD7iywZfCGhCVqbdgH5ROLV/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jC2xwaRbUo7DJl2AZ1qPZK0kt47ADnHHfeYggtkXZfJUP0FOiwGShDqAJFxZmZ3G-9sZhYt49oqfUSx8Ii7oy1LZwcnF4iaIwfeYDwadDbaMuaCOXcVXkhvi8zaODEIldUDbE_ULxGsT/s870/DSC_0232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="870" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jC2xwaRbUo7DJl2AZ1qPZK0kt47ADnHHfeYggtkXZfJUP0FOiwGShDqAJFxZmZ3G-9sZhYt49oqfUSx8Ii7oy1LZwcnF4iaIwfeYDwadDbaMuaCOXcVXkhvi8zaODEIldUDbE_ULxGsT/w131-h120/DSC_0232.JPG" width="131" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgoE71eXEQqnTyBcNt85ERlznJjyT3lzQYmhIkfG45RMUrqFaujuhSYKhxDRDihm_v6oa-PPSJ9GJpzvPoRKM7Nmmolh-P0D5SHp7ObpMNhcZ5B-q8OHq4RgtzEuQmCwxAdw50v6AIUNjY/s1504/DSC_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgoE71eXEQqnTyBcNt85ERlznJjyT3lzQYmhIkfG45RMUrqFaujuhSYKhxDRDihm_v6oa-PPSJ9GJpzvPoRKM7Nmmolh-P0D5SHp7ObpMNhcZ5B-q8OHq4RgtzEuQmCwxAdw50v6AIUNjY/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>This hotel survived the great fire of 1910. Fortunately, east of the hotel is "The Black Diamond Guest Ranch". The owners of the guest ranch purchased most of the cabins from "Circle City" and moved and restored them. Today, the cabins are available for rent. The owners also have horses and lead guided tours of the backcountry.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYUKgtSJ2cbE2pi04yhqvaRfUTU9Wds9sdny8SscxzFzkrOGgbnFBWrflSd7Qpo58nsPBBFSx2ZG9UdhMHTX-ub6GdJufQQYzBPoAdq77gTQZHS7MndUFKl4qrtE5fYL_PqmzouAFfBY-/s415/DSC_0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="415" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYUKgtSJ2cbE2pi04yhqvaRfUTU9Wds9sdny8SscxzFzkrOGgbnFBWrflSd7Qpo58nsPBBFSx2ZG9UdhMHTX-ub6GdJufQQYzBPoAdq77gTQZHS7MndUFKl4qrtE5fYL_PqmzouAFfBY-/w200-h193/DSC_0235.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRADJK8fDzfDDOxsKZxgrkkqM61IgcFr-OUlGETD3v0LMmRaI1i1wVAMB1GdzJGhwNSi8959gLJovyBQrDwSoNJlX-Oi-Bt5vtWozSbekbACRciBzWGZ9x3mcIbcEsHocmMSuyZYP6RUl/s427/DSC_0236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="427" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRADJK8fDzfDDOxsKZxgrkkqM61IgcFr-OUlGETD3v0LMmRaI1i1wVAMB1GdzJGhwNSi8959gLJovyBQrDwSoNJlX-Oi-Bt5vtWozSbekbACRciBzWGZ9x3mcIbcEsHocmMSuyZYP6RUl/w200-h179/DSC_0236.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZzrTTNy29RlogwY8T7YKqZ0jKWNNH10DefDGcxvqtgJvpMoYTOlCYwhT1S83fd0um7yldHO322Z3sCQM8GxEULYZkcCFrmAtMlnVt9Xn0R4YEV2Eft9feyaVoa691Fo5XqxUll-8Bc1o/s1482/DSC_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1482" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZzrTTNy29RlogwY8T7YKqZ0jKWNNH10DefDGcxvqtgJvpMoYTOlCYwhT1S83fd0um7yldHO322Z3sCQM8GxEULYZkcCFrmAtMlnVt9Xn0R4YEV2Eft9feyaVoa691Fo5XqxUll-8Bc1o/w400-h270/DSC_0153.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lookout Pass, Id Dept. of Trans. photo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>We returned to the interstate and drove to Lookout Pass. At Lookout Pass we entered Idaho. As we descended the pass, we stopped at the town of Mullan and drove to the city of Wallace. Wallace is the county seat of Shoshone County. It was also the site of a silver mine. There was a fire in the mine in the late 1970's, which killed many miners. There is a monument to the fallen miners between Wallace and Kellogg. Wallace, being a mining town was, like Butte, "wide open". Prostitution and gambling existed until the early 1980s. Just like Butte, you can tour the old houses of prostitution.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMrcFWk6613gWCxPrE9h5GaCfJ_EFyJgts4FdZzkLLs58F2S6v-cmxKaB19IIx8hypVaBRNm2SNqhrzPTVoBpvjZepQwbNE58GGS1ZQtUBANoPqgchXh7t8MziIlKSMOokn6LL-1yLmS-/s1427/DSC_0246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="1427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMrcFWk6613gWCxPrE9h5GaCfJ_EFyJgts4FdZzkLLs58F2S6v-cmxKaB19IIx8hypVaBRNm2SNqhrzPTVoBpvjZepQwbNE58GGS1ZQtUBANoPqgchXh7t8MziIlKSMOokn6LL-1yLmS-/s320/DSC_0246.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTM6or5dJK2VMXz9xeChG6Kf-ASHoVzNupSrxfwPNkc-gmt7oRLupwqKHWdO8J6QGiEAqEsVJyaJ-bWK6HSmKmgOVA5PJPiEz8mYNjP1q-g01ZIO5LylZ4EOuJNIhVO8hPmNOm74keLy_2/s1135/DSC_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTM6or5dJK2VMXz9xeChG6Kf-ASHoVzNupSrxfwPNkc-gmt7oRLupwqKHWdO8J6QGiEAqEsVJyaJ-bWK6HSmKmgOVA5PJPiEz8mYNjP1q-g01ZIO5LylZ4EOuJNIhVO8hPmNOm74keLy_2/s320/DSC_0247.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The courthouse in Wallace sits upon the main street. It is a majestic looking structure. There is also the "Stoplight Diner" which commemorates the last stoplight on Interstate 90 which existed in Wallace. Because of the narrow mountain canyon, traffic had to exit the controlled interstate and drive through downtown Wallace. For unknown reasons there is also a miniature UFO near the diner. Businesses and small towns continue to use whatever gimmick works in order to attract customers. Actually, looking inside the UFO it looks like it was part of a carnival ride.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2XGuV8eEnGp9La_TkaYGN9wkBN68BFDYC5CoygWYqd74SxHb5sJ3VNsmDdwVbld9XjztufsZWvmi3knNLqScxplTJz_LHMGj6c-3DCqfvufl8hTGI5Y1yMGAhehlfa9GjDBxUjkqf9fu/s1504/DSC_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2XGuV8eEnGp9La_TkaYGN9wkBN68BFDYC5CoygWYqd74SxHb5sJ3VNsmDdwVbld9XjztufsZWvmi3knNLqScxplTJz_LHMGj6c-3DCqfvufl8hTGI5Y1yMGAhehlfa9GjDBxUjkqf9fu/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6OPTIO8EJ42y3vE7EzBgo7tL_YO779ekZKSaoH7lDBlhH6N8OY_0m1o17gr4apDrghXnmhXeGGVObTtqsyfEb5kTiUcsqI7C0tAybhaAeF-eCpFXO9L4xwBOFbuwGkcN44sWCGav1HYu/s832/DSC_0251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="684" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6OPTIO8EJ42y3vE7EzBgo7tL_YO779ekZKSaoH7lDBlhH6N8OY_0m1o17gr4apDrghXnmhXeGGVObTtqsyfEb5kTiUcsqI7C0tAybhaAeF-eCpFXO9L4xwBOFbuwGkcN44sWCGav1HYu/s320/DSC_0251.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigo273sk-YtvmN3pXGA9eAFIByFtcyPxDfZ3xZHsQyEGTluhaq6WJEDjeQyy0s-int3_Qzi8Jh7nnhcFAaHVq0V7IX-SPC5UdypzjUUwS8u25kC2DZxL5Ra_2Pv9UNvEVctBTGvgcy7xjt/s1504/DSC_0252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigo273sk-YtvmN3pXGA9eAFIByFtcyPxDfZ3xZHsQyEGTluhaq6WJEDjeQyy0s-int3_Qzi8Jh7nnhcFAaHVq0V7IX-SPC5UdypzjUUwS8u25kC2DZxL5Ra_2Pv9UNvEVctBTGvgcy7xjt/s320/DSC_0252.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUIEGMEAgvfRanjXU8sop0XUBjEv6rTHQKYLOYMtRG5r5gELocBKDJQwPisF_MivG4Uurv0YVH-N4qtHH8ailVltocGe1rx8UaGGWFlhV7J9FrKrA1BHRRXhPhGkFg6Gi02mYU2jQu9jD/s1504/DSC_0250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinUIEGMEAgvfRanjXU8sop0XUBjEv6rTHQKYLOYMtRG5r5gELocBKDJQwPisF_MivG4Uurv0YVH-N4qtHH8ailVltocGe1rx8UaGGWFlhV7J9FrKrA1BHRRXhPhGkFg6Gi02mYU2jQu9jD/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>Between Wallace and Kellogg sits The Miners Hat, a real estate office. The Miners Hat was once a drive-in by the same name. It would work better as a drive-in, in my opinion, but apparently my opinion does not make economic sense. The Miners Hat sits on the old road on the eastern edge of Kellogg, Idaho. On the road between Wallace and Kellogg there are many street signs labeling the street as the Yellowstone Trail.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6OJQWTPmSMMzoQNKs0Bu71TyCY-t_IKgfKOmC-TwZH58Rhv_meVMVvQju43-tm57JrhLcAEONGz5GXTuPjtNE1F2hbs0vUa6opFoZFwugR2jnmL7plA2d7W4GVrVxjVkS09hexIJ6BvK/s904/DSC_0255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="875" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw6OJQWTPmSMMzoQNKs0Bu71TyCY-t_IKgfKOmC-TwZH58Rhv_meVMVvQju43-tm57JrhLcAEONGz5GXTuPjtNE1F2hbs0vUa6opFoZFwugR2jnmL7plA2d7W4GVrVxjVkS09hexIJ6BvK/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKak2BfwMz9Hw0by6c8B0RglNX6lvBQf6nmXUhMbNoFv6kUBAthOcyulGRwIoLhxEplUPpBGyHDZiyQc1vUwBmmCHGZM54FCvnN-xnKI3a74xYy1C2r40VDTiAvpVCt-2ObkVGHlTunoJA/s1504/DSC_0256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKak2BfwMz9Hw0by6c8B0RglNX6lvBQf6nmXUhMbNoFv6kUBAthOcyulGRwIoLhxEplUPpBGyHDZiyQc1vUwBmmCHGZM54FCvnN-xnKI3a74xYy1C2r40VDTiAvpVCt-2ObkVGHlTunoJA/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>We drove next to the Cataldo Mission in Cataldo, Idaho. This is a state park which preserves the oldest building in Idaho, which is a Jesuit mission. The mission was constructed by the Indians, working under the direction of Father DeSmet. Father DeSmet wanted the mission to reflect the finest churches in Europe. The Indians felled the trees and hewn them into the boards that form the mission. The boards are held to the frame by wooden pegs. The mission may be the most interesting and significant building in Idaho. Next to the mission sits the parish house. A beautiful example of American Gothic Revival!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzw5Tr0ZlGeBpiGzYFjwz3Zmc6dcK3zKc2EH_2iZGJlk6zY0qUDGZ6_Bvbw8cXjfH0-3zWg3qS2DnOxXyZxZT38NoQHY2qxu3j8ZYsjZoon0ZWT_6qXYRpXzTv8hRJw286OkHxsL9Hhfg/s450/mission%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzw5Tr0ZlGeBpiGzYFjwz3Zmc6dcK3zKc2EH_2iZGJlk6zY0qUDGZ6_Bvbw8cXjfH0-3zWg3qS2DnOxXyZxZT38NoQHY2qxu3j8ZYsjZoon0ZWT_6qXYRpXzTv8hRJw286OkHxsL9Hhfg/s320/mission%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9CALfrL6P5NAK61pzM7zARO9A09t6el1SDAL_kLwSINrVgcf0nDjDPKFXkKyxBcGhaywV8OpeyxLaY5P49hRkws7THTYqqCnDVFoyey2dGNnUSGL6JmPUnS-ZHNJpHDge4_zjjstHO1I/s1241/DSC_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="947" data-original-width="1241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9CALfrL6P5NAK61pzM7zARO9A09t6el1SDAL_kLwSINrVgcf0nDjDPKFXkKyxBcGhaywV8OpeyxLaY5P49hRkws7THTYqqCnDVFoyey2dGNnUSGL6JmPUnS-ZHNJpHDge4_zjjstHO1I/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiLekJl2ryEF_RR4crxW1Wk_geJHB8vnF4iAnlDKU8_oKXDMaQeB8ifu2ZEMleRLsUKAAokbgUSgHvppplhk7srD-mLqSDyfd47J8bqFvavF05SHiORiHCPf-l6vjEGxZHzKOHAeOlaAt/s1007/DSC_0261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="1007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiLekJl2ryEF_RR4crxW1Wk_geJHB8vnF4iAnlDKU8_oKXDMaQeB8ifu2ZEMleRLsUKAAokbgUSgHvppplhk7srD-mLqSDyfd47J8bqFvavF05SHiORiHCPf-l6vjEGxZHzKOHAeOlaAt/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>Just east of Coeur d' Alene, we were once again on the old Yellowstone Trail. We followed this somewhat sketchy road into Coeur d'Alene. Again, we were treated to some magnificent scenery and some fine views of Lake Coeur d' Alene. The road put us on Sherman Avenue which is also part of the Old Yellowstone Trail. From Sherman Avenue, we proceeded to our campground on Government Way. The campground is along a busy street and is occupied primarily by construction workers living in large RVs. We were treated to a magnificent sunset and a lot of traffic noise. 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Mark Lisac, the owner of the tire shop told me to have the car there by 8:30. I had the car there before 8. I saw the courier arrive with the part in and mentioned it to Mark. Mark hustles and works hard.<div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSiit0MjxQ5y4YzPqa7Kqga00_CVMiPrwux2Q6NayWiy1MCAIr_u5GV_UwDoiCnqlEUdGqrv0mtTmzFrrYymwWb9aH1PMtTFHS7tqWf0XawsYjed42qj4DNaQdbrUrvS9zMQWkeFAEBAQ/s1504/DSC_0127.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSiit0MjxQ5y4YzPqa7Kqga00_CVMiPrwux2Q6NayWiy1MCAIr_u5GV_UwDoiCnqlEUdGqrv0mtTmzFrrYymwWb9aH1PMtTFHS7tqWf0XawsYjed42qj4DNaQdbrUrvS9zMQWkeFAEBAQ/w200-h133/DSC_0127.JPG" width="200" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulsaqV9qSskuEl966DgkXkoeWSeMg8V4UDsoZXy05NzJNUaoWVp2tfA6EsFhblVtdCKFjMHVT5wHYs42deHEqbqXLCul1M7exdII-JnOGCS4hFG7_5qeMKIp-RAZUEP61u2Y_kI2GLjiY/s1504/DSC_0128.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulsaqV9qSskuEl966DgkXkoeWSeMg8V4UDsoZXy05NzJNUaoWVp2tfA6EsFhblVtdCKFjMHVT5wHYs42deHEqbqXLCul1M7exdII-JnOGCS4hFG7_5qeMKIp-RAZUEP61u2Y_kI2GLjiY/w200-h133/DSC_0128.JPG" width="200" /></a><br /></div><br /> He expects his employees to hustle and work hard as well. I was amazed when the work was finished by 11:30 AM! As it turns out not only was the axle bad, but the wheel bearing which I had replaced in Boise before we embarked on this trip was also bad. The tire shop in Boise agreed that I could bring back the part and that they would pay for the new bearing as well as the cost of its installation. (Maybe this won't hurt so bad?)<p></p><p>After picking up the car Linda and I drove to the Berkeley Pit, the old open pit copper mine. I had last seen the pit in the spring of 1974. It is one mile long, half mile wide and 3,900 feet deep.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC__0H312CpF0y5DbaL_w3FkAVkzkVzWjJMJ5A7srB-hHssL_lGw1GgOgbr4zNMRiq_kioc8gOixeaO1zE79OWuDUpfWYizBWK5sqHvUi6irIhprjQ7MQkACqUAZBD3VHu_RmKtp8iY1IY/s1253/DSC_0216.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="951" data-original-width="1253" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC__0H312CpF0y5DbaL_w3FkAVkzkVzWjJMJ5A7srB-hHssL_lGw1GgOgbr4zNMRiq_kioc8gOixeaO1zE79OWuDUpfWYizBWK5sqHvUi6irIhprjQ7MQkACqUAZBD3VHu_RmKtp8iY1IY/w200-h152/DSC_0216.JPG" width="200" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5-LvlS4CDJlSBM1-7e00SK6mjz0VhyphenhyphenzpaAxrQWDIhbc0RBnCYtFfvGJlDrSa7LO_WZyM4XACxNfYIws931SBpQmbubijyFuCiYbFs0GRtgB-vxE82jDfHhq6PI5uw-Nm8Wet9JwZRxJ1/s1504/DSC_0133.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5-LvlS4CDJlSBM1-7e00SK6mjz0VhyphenhyphenzpaAxrQWDIhbc0RBnCYtFfvGJlDrSa7LO_WZyM4XACxNfYIws931SBpQmbubijyFuCiYbFs0GRtgB-vxE82jDfHhq6PI5uw-Nm8Wet9JwZRxJ1/w226-h150/DSC_0133.JPG" width="226" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Cj4bMqYchNdNAQSSkF-h4aopFBB_xsnz4pSYL7_x8e7Kn-ey9FtkbzpKakzJq6-YJbWuyXGcAyS2lQAy0y8vqkLwbNVeR11uGqCYc3rHCRzo8ch76Q832jZqIoQzIlSpbfd72BgzsTVT/s1504/DSC_0131.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Cj4bMqYchNdNAQSSkF-h4aopFBB_xsnz4pSYL7_x8e7Kn-ey9FtkbzpKakzJq6-YJbWuyXGcAyS2lQAy0y8vqkLwbNVeR11uGqCYc3rHCRzo8ch76Q832jZqIoQzIlSpbfd72BgzsTVT/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">As you can see by the photos, it filled with water when the pumps stopped in 1982. The water is very acidic, but it at least keeps the pit walls from caving in. It is a Superfund site and the water is being treated as it is removed. </span></div></div><p></p><p>The pit was opened in 1954. It closed in 1982. Although it has left a scar, it also provided decades of employment and prosperity for Butte. It's clear now that Butte lacks a stable base for employment. Mining it is not providing the same economic prosperity that it was during the last half of the 20th century. </p><p>In a lot of ways Butte reminds me of East Liverpool, Ohio that we toured during our trip East on the Lincoln Highway <b>(SEE: Entry 36, June 27,1917 <i>A Highway of History</i>)</b>. Like Butte, East Liverpool has some spectacular commercial architecture. But things have fallen into disrepair. Of course, Butte was even more prosperous than East Liverpool. The mine supported a larger work force and the homes of the wealthy were even more spectacular in Butte than in East Liverpool.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JRi4T7-HArJg0e-Ey0hET51VMWeESzL5NMHb7ebSRbvXkskAueui8bmillqjbtI2PGzK10gbHspWFRcDF5igc8fdU2eYaqZK-KTJYqPyTn4KaLqpkzgSzYr0kRVWw5jykXqEjREMJ4Hv/s1504/DSC_0136.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JRi4T7-HArJg0e-Ey0hET51VMWeESzL5NMHb7ebSRbvXkskAueui8bmillqjbtI2PGzK10gbHspWFRcDF5igc8fdU2eYaqZK-KTJYqPyTn4KaLqpkzgSzYr0kRVWw5jykXqEjREMJ4Hv/w159-h239/DSC_0136.JPG" width="159" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBv6O1bs999C7Y8h0tz46HOtgFoDO11NcJCoQzBXmphhHlvGqiGG-jZHFrnMmwi2YMP2-77VClmKJVmwnO__quTOQVwCHMRk_n4xnM199pPZ0G7mwt8FJHP0CIgjZJ6Ye1aJKX_FvQb7r/s1504/DSC_0137.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBv6O1bs999C7Y8h0tz46HOtgFoDO11NcJCoQzBXmphhHlvGqiGG-jZHFrnMmwi2YMP2-77VClmKJVmwnO__quTOQVwCHMRk_n4xnM199pPZ0G7mwt8FJHP0CIgjZJ6Ye1aJKX_FvQb7r/w273-h168/DSC_0137.JPG" width="273" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKhFAOi8d0hL9c0s0m8YCMjcB_T4ibH_JTbYh-HFHLCpXR75rIEIBPeBALFLKIAxCUZv4BwjwNDPjPl34TUUiOHbhtc-L-xWdUrTH_B37LKjZQFnZQ9EPKWSKgrVQal5zffP9C2Ncl1Es/s1504/DSC_0138.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKhFAOi8d0hL9c0s0m8YCMjcB_T4ibH_JTbYh-HFHLCpXR75rIEIBPeBALFLKIAxCUZv4BwjwNDPjPl34TUUiOHbhtc-L-xWdUrTH_B37LKjZQFnZQ9EPKWSKgrVQal5zffP9C2Ncl1Es/w200-h133/DSC_0138.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br /></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>We spent a little time driving through the commercial district of Butte. We did not tour, but we saw the Copper King Mansion. This was the home of W. A. Clarke, who like "Mr. Potter" was the richest man in town. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg035nGtnB1KkeIVLlt2sWe79KOEa3-oBFLFo923cfcbXkkVtVXueEbKf1ZovIw8F6XZRZN8kkTnX-EqVeQkYmZ_9g3s97ompMN5EEhEjA9GTQ6g5otXxkGBq5msxjadKB75zCWD-DFq052/s1504/DSC_0140.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg035nGtnB1KkeIVLlt2sWe79KOEa3-oBFLFo923cfcbXkkVtVXueEbKf1ZovIw8F6XZRZN8kkTnX-EqVeQkYmZ_9g3s97ompMN5EEhEjA9GTQ6g5otXxkGBq5msxjadKB75zCWD-DFq052/w200-h133/DSC_0140.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSCrYQAQv1yIl_QdEqJYKyAHcivt2sOIgESFlY0_0k77NHxLWnVd4znT53Eozo-XpmVDZrDY6m1yt7RMSCJP2K62nUnbnlKeJec7nVRaSF9jonIa8Rgkbb4P__rdy6BnHBrVUEkPYuy7U/s1504/DSC_0139.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvAzlkPZb9ZxGKYNhnti-dFE_5o3JTE4Xft1362UdpfsOjZ2Zqxjx0PYy1iF3JdFWJ36Vz6epY_gIdfrM2tFgl_pWw8auZx0msW7lneX69u0iJq0Lr1CJinXFrhbD5WQu2eRIN2tTV76M/s1504/DSC_0154.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikvAzlkPZb9ZxGKYNhnti-dFE_5o3JTE4Xft1362UdpfsOjZ2Zqxjx0PYy1iF3JdFWJ36Vz6epY_gIdfrM2tFgl_pWw8auZx0msW7lneX69u0iJq0Lr1CJinXFrhbD5WQu2eRIN2tTV76M/w266-h400/DSC_0154.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p>We left Butte and traveled towards Missoula. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAPYiOtdvXK7WUez5XkMrTpkwsjLd0Y6orDCAByVRmjneFgNXb0X8dHR9v3zlBXKSqXpNF163GS8VdsgN3mrDUev3pgpqFWGpiUFtV1v1eO2lWGyYblg0ofKltxQyMUDuNnMTlKpPSDgk/s1504/DSC_0160.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAPYiOtdvXK7WUez5XkMrTpkwsjLd0Y6orDCAByVRmjneFgNXb0X8dHR9v3zlBXKSqXpNF163GS8VdsgN3mrDUev3pgpqFWGpiUFtV1v1eO2lWGyYblg0ofKltxQyMUDuNnMTlKpPSDgk/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Our first stop was the town of Deer Lodge, home of the territorial and state penitentiary.<p></p><p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrQabMpXgvH3f8iYK35IGQaO6l9xDWv5jkXB4ZCGzzYQZDLku4ztFrmRzj2n0G9rc8ACSlN3-HaS84e84BhOxGrE2bbOCZLTMeoLkEqAnepvcqM-2q47hLv68cqsF-nCPQ0D_LvIiNwT8/s1504/DSC_0158.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrQabMpXgvH3f8iYK35IGQaO6l9xDWv5jkXB4ZCGzzYQZDLku4ztFrmRzj2n0G9rc8ACSlN3-HaS84e84BhOxGrE2bbOCZLTMeoLkEqAnepvcqM-2q47hLv68cqsF-nCPQ0D_LvIiNwT8/w200-h133/DSC_0158.JPG" width="200" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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We then took a look at the exterior of the old pen. There is also an automobile Museum. I wish that we had time to tour it as it is supposed to be quite good. Perhaps on another trip.<p></p><p>On the way to Missoula we looked North from Interstate 90 and saw what we believed to be remnants of the old Yellowstone Trail. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cM09UihcsCLMIFst0-lM8yvhAXbewKNE0l5S8r-z_fDX6afgthED9PMACiQ0qchpmyJfPIEf2QNVbScsnjjqwG1Mp9NkYWz0N1KPsb9gAnB0qfu9FBclMYAo1Gz6ahcm3mBufIx3-_II/s1504/DSC_0167.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cM09UihcsCLMIFst0-lM8yvhAXbewKNE0l5S8r-z_fDX6afgthED9PMACiQ0qchpmyJfPIEf2QNVbScsnjjqwG1Mp9NkYWz0N1KPsb9gAnB0qfu9FBclMYAo1Gz6ahcm3mBufIx3-_II/w200-h133/DSC_0167.JPG" width="200" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopZbEzYnPZyLf8Kj25iUFy3X0kb3YPFPYDMglNGJk4Al9bXVkxMGO9hYDSqge1-pYg0qsVCek_boedTYoWYFebMtZ2W4EB6S3y3hAxbakG2ucjsSi1a6-KQR148aRtEMrZuPfJx-am-Vo/s1504/DSC_0168.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopZbEzYnPZyLf8Kj25iUFy3X0kb3YPFPYDMglNGJk4Al9bXVkxMGO9hYDSqge1-pYg0qsVCek_boedTYoWYFebMtZ2W4EB6S3y3hAxbakG2ucjsSi1a6-KQR148aRtEMrZuPfJx-am-Vo/w200-h133/DSC_0168.JPG" width="200" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRL24qPhyphenhyphenqkoa13FoM3QaRHOB8AkCpDSjJ0oFClSow2kThyphenhyphenspmey1HdFXM5HOnGechd3rwDlIDxyb6G5gb4p9v6Sb4LvMazV4UJbHErOBE_ej9_KOggoqsEJE5SA1lDrCAX9AuvroRjRD9/s1504/DSC_0172.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRL24qPhyphenhyphenqkoa13FoM3QaRHOB8AkCpDSjJ0oFClSow2kThyphenhyphenspmey1HdFXM5HOnGechd3rwDlIDxyb6G5gb4p9v6Sb4LvMazV4UJbHErOBE_ej9_KOggoqsEJE5SA1lDrCAX9AuvroRjRD9/w200-h133/DSC_0172.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></div></div> <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuwg36mEK_mxfIcDreXMHnm6okNUWx9C3CzEUqpso7Xkx_id2bA8UE_RYQwSm4knQgequ91Dl1scRyd3vQe4JCSv3KhCmq4CkP4HnTmbEMgBEccZcZPwsFPU1U0ABhfvtZ3hLdw-eO7mc/s1504/DSC_0176.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuwg36mEK_mxfIcDreXMHnm6okNUWx9C3CzEUqpso7Xkx_id2bA8UE_RYQwSm4knQgequ91Dl1scRyd3vQe4JCSv3KhCmq4CkP4HnTmbEMgBEccZcZPwsFPU1U0ABhfvtZ3hLdw-eO7mc/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />The old roadbed with the telephone poles adjacent to it were enough to convince me that this is the old Yellowstone Trail. Unfortunately, I have not had time to read some of the material given to me in order to confirm this. If I'm wrong, I'm sure I'll be corrected.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoWJI79umCweABeaKpjNrnu5XjMEtrnyDpTg9s1rqLGL47mV89Zi_WgkGiamIlxdGm-ZNHNkXEPty8QEmgYgy2eCeEeh8i_a8wd847tZdu5scwXStxFHiFITbWTHUS3nHdEjzmkAbhQov/s1504/DSC_0183.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyoWJI79umCweABeaKpjNrnu5XjMEtrnyDpTg9s1rqLGL47mV89Zi_WgkGiamIlxdGm-ZNHNkXEPty8QEmgYgy2eCeEeh8i_a8wd847tZdu5scwXStxFHiFITbWTHUS3nHdEjzmkAbhQov/w214-h143/DSC_0183.JPG" width="214" /></a></div><p> <img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnQEpNqx6BtNAOoRUlJdMjZHuzLgD8pLExa3cm5tIKkrVUJlPWV-MWWPA49WQO1OUoS97ipwb6MZhyn931_cs91wUaWCtgnHWbmnuYg5k8uL1FVfyXm2st0vcbmI-GcAi3ZQGdRazimKF/w216-h144/DSC_0193.JPG" width="216" /> </p><p>Upon arriving in Missoula we first drove down University Avenue. Linda and I both lived on University Avenue. She lived in the Delta Gamma house, I lived in the Sigma Phi Epsilon house. The Delta Gamma house is still a going concern. I'm not sure what has happened to my old fraternity, but the physical house is now a private residence. I have to say, it looks much better than when I lived there. (Now, I would not like to live next to a college fraternity!) A porch has been added to the front which improves the house's appearance. Next door to the fraternity is the house where we bought our little tent trailer. (I could see the tent trailer was getting a bit nostalgic sitting in front of its old home. I thought I saw a tear come to its eye.) </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_KZbc_nI8aVSl7tVQyUgixRac7oCXTpI6GSd3vdakDoRYgGtwYs-UaGEY5PiRK0sIPv1ILxcPkC_AvhQfrAuqCqmHmVq_aDcABZqN-bg91CGhng2AnoVCz2aaen3LdQTJ7nbu-a4PqLO/s1504/DSC_0180.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_KZbc_nI8aVSl7tVQyUgixRac7oCXTpI6GSd3vdakDoRYgGtwYs-UaGEY5PiRK0sIPv1ILxcPkC_AvhQfrAuqCqmHmVq_aDcABZqN-bg91CGhng2AnoVCz2aaen3LdQTJ7nbu-a4PqLO/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>We will spend two days in Missoula. Were going to spend two days because we want to see the University and some of our old haunts. In addition, it is now the weekend and it will be difficult to get a campsite. Sunday we will drive towards Spokane, but will probably camp somewhere in western Montana or in the Idaho Panhandle. In Spokane we will stay at Riverside State Park.</p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeoqZY2stec0uOr3fm8l0V5cvFu2y9U2i83zLIXo_p0MFbxIDoqoWWP1RF7FSh6t8UuFSnLTAi_1Hh8psLldUFEWlzkjjA0xwDpxYSvUhueDTBw6n14bz65bgH154WKD27FyKVVJQswLD/s1447/DSC_0185.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="478" data-original-width="1447" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeoqZY2stec0uOr3fm8l0V5cvFu2y9U2i83zLIXo_p0MFbxIDoqoWWP1RF7FSh6t8UuFSnLTAi_1Hh8psLldUFEWlzkjjA0xwDpxYSvUhueDTBw6n14bz65bgH154WKD27FyKVVJQswLD/w400-h133/DSC_0185.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-44149193037313511412020-10-01T19:42:00.004-07:002020-10-03T15:44:04.655-07:00"Believe in Butte"<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2qxIMfwK7FdTA82BMcUe65nFDOP_JABDMIQkggg6V4Gkmw-Jy75ZtOhxuEiTcCCKw-lSB82j38cEa3AzWyKBG2LFZYMmW3bOGo1si0iwuw0-4VU0wNEjUp90f8e88f9I4TfEOjj2Jr-M4/s640/large-letter-greetings-from-montana-state-name-vintage-postcard-ca-em71hk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="640" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2qxIMfwK7FdTA82BMcUe65nFDOP_JABDMIQkggg6V4Gkmw-Jy75ZtOhxuEiTcCCKw-lSB82j38cEa3AzWyKBG2LFZYMmW3bOGo1si0iwuw0-4VU0wNEjUp90f8e88f9I4TfEOjj2Jr-M4/w380-h250/large-letter-greetings-from-montana-state-name-vintage-postcard-ca-em71hk.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>The day began early and with great promise. We awoke at Mallard's Rest, a sportsmen's access on the Yellowstone River just south of Livingston Montana. We had planned to go into Livingston for coffee, but the scenery was so spectacular we made coffee at the campsite and watched the sunrise over the mountains. The sun didn't disappoint.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3Zc4LnxI3pM3IYsbvAx7wi1lMG9eQ0mTSKeHxXAedPyk1LB7slmOpuIjqtdZLid8fxCOwfESAPX6bD1R4YBHcDkrDBEwuFaEd09HNZHhi7nldkZAS4H4gJ4F7I6K05IINZ4etDzIiN1J/s1504/DSC_0117.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3Zc4LnxI3pM3IYsbvAx7wi1lMG9eQ0mTSKeHxXAedPyk1LB7slmOpuIjqtdZLid8fxCOwfESAPX6bD1R4YBHcDkrDBEwuFaEd09HNZHhi7nldkZAS4H4gJ4F7I6K05IINZ4etDzIiN1J/w169-h113/DSC_0117.JPG" width="169" /></a><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hjZItPH71-IJAs4my_MhTzmiRw9hxVnX8BrYDJYqJGLIihH52PCfao5tSq2KQQb4Joa6dKV2Qs5-xXG-XVAXP75yUQ0Lavj8bvmHweSJExf-PvSVF-elmJzeT7PRHzkptf6e6HsbHK8b/w167-h112/DSC_0118.JPG" width="167" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuc21bFyHTakXRtdycl9lHg_AWbiKzA4VueuzDIXUHVapb8FCGsc18AQ5EV3hOvAuzF9rKZOSZJy0iZNIQHumG0Jenw1-syZwXWaxrQrcmOFcVGCUA84AhLOe31IJs5mQF_xVV8pFq2um/s1504/DSC_0120.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="109" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuc21bFyHTakXRtdycl9lHg_AWbiKzA4VueuzDIXUHVapb8FCGsc18AQ5EV3hOvAuzF9rKZOSZJy0iZNIQHumG0Jenw1-syZwXWaxrQrcmOFcVGCUA84AhLOe31IJs5mQF_xVV8pFq2um/w164-h109/DSC_0120.JPG" width="164" /></a><br />We drove into Livingston and had breakfast at a café that is part of the Northern Pacific complex of buildings in Livingston. Apparently the train crews ate in the kitchen and the passengers ate in the dining room. We got to eat in the dining room, a treat for a train-lover like me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzB3BFE3EcrCjrM95tVpBu8nrl-lggX26hhV3OVBxlBHh3nMB7M7AZD0L0O8k1EH1YBCM29iDayJlc7pA-kFNhqLivoeq8XfKuTT3cBT2FcRpg_UEZ1KIQagUKzIased-4xCaYsmAucOS/s2048/livingston.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1492" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzB3BFE3EcrCjrM95tVpBu8nrl-lggX26hhV3OVBxlBHh3nMB7M7AZD0L0O8k1EH1YBCM29iDayJlc7pA-kFNhqLivoeq8XfKuTT3cBT2FcRpg_UEZ1KIQagUKzIased-4xCaYsmAucOS/w146-h200/livingston.jpg" width="146" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We left Livingston and drove to Bozeman Montana, the home of Montana State University. Bozeman has been discovered by the "smart set". Property values have soared and the downtown is very trendy. Not at all in a bad way, but I doubt I could afford a house there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMMLoBO9uXk6TN0WO9F5jn3o594Ueep-mLF_c1fydcecd5XV-1ZRJx904W0TucN6cHAxrJdWUOtBlxTcloUGMhaFSIJAjluO_-77vnezxZ3txYkXk50sUbNpM763HIIGmHqQ8WRLc_-do/s1564/Bozeman2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1564" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMMLoBO9uXk6TN0WO9F5jn3o594Ueep-mLF_c1fydcecd5XV-1ZRJx904W0TucN6cHAxrJdWUOtBlxTcloUGMhaFSIJAjluO_-77vnezxZ3txYkXk50sUbNpM763HIIGmHqQ8WRLc_-do/w200-h103/Bozeman2.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8R4ZuikDhEnbQR5WQ4gIJYCX0-yOtWYM9wzNTZ4QAXGvLXiqaIWT1yGAhIFZpQowe2Ll_EuOwsUDqc-UEx6DT0ystQa4z1SAABZ0NjXEp8wTuhFPqmXn6_A-jFz5Fp643bH0w2uhfToXs/s1119/Bozeman3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="726" data-original-width="1119" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8R4ZuikDhEnbQR5WQ4gIJYCX0-yOtWYM9wzNTZ4QAXGvLXiqaIWT1yGAhIFZpQowe2Ll_EuOwsUDqc-UEx6DT0ystQa4z1SAABZ0NjXEp8wTuhFPqmXn6_A-jFz5Fp643bH0w2uhfToXs/w177-h100/Bozeman3.jpg" width="177" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVs6QANM5DIp09V3o0kGE-UbqkMTh_7AXqTc56Oac1gE20lQyNtfd4SVVSEQqB8ASzCrfIAYp01q1zaN4Ri5sMV01XRwdFmdOQmn1ymw-i177gGI79H9pe7xeaeWQ8cZw72VP7eEaF6WW/s1504/DSC_0122.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="48" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVs6QANM5DIp09V3o0kGE-UbqkMTh_7AXqTc56Oac1gE20lQyNtfd4SVVSEQqB8ASzCrfIAYp01q1zaN4Ri5sMV01XRwdFmdOQmn1ymw-i177gGI79H9pe7xeaeWQ8cZw72VP7eEaF6WW/w72-h48/DSC_0122.JPG" width="72" /></a><br /><br /> <br />We then drove to Butte. Butte, Montana had many nicknames. The most polite is " the Richest Hill on Earth". Butte is famous for its copper mines.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46sdTeqKN5IHoczmx4feZbD8yyStiaCzqdk6vUYGpMjJy1uWJ2PPl_7G69VI4Cbt0Utjn_oEIIeZQSqfNEGJdHanAAs9CXfOmc-NQ8xi9yewu2YoPhgDURegblbxV_gGFYDuYiCkKzdfE/s1504/DSC_0123.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46sdTeqKN5IHoczmx4feZbD8yyStiaCzqdk6vUYGpMjJy1uWJ2PPl_7G69VI4Cbt0Utjn_oEIIeZQSqfNEGJdHanAAs9CXfOmc-NQ8xi9yewu2YoPhgDURegblbxV_gGFYDuYiCkKzdfE/w225-h213/DSC_0123.JPG" width="225" /></a> </div><span style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1504" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrGEoPWzLO87_BhHcLjrXkI-fuG8vg6nN4xDJFAwh27X8A0WtHcBg10vnaQKq8RxO39uKIQdKfjEQGdHJzNldInMJRAZdI_0W1YkCE3Zjpb3b3TlHJWd9CXqNY9mAsY6rWBYfs9jcg6UR/w262-h170/Horshoe+Curve+near+Butte%252C+Yellowstone+Trail.JPG" width="262" /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79qdpwnfOeRdWVnpvw6w5D9aV57KChpmSPIk0liBKhsMJsletCKzJQTs68hzpRHYy0X_duK1WSFtCv_uNgII4cV9A6DqH1X4qJOIlWHxz5MNimTiEOQMD0Ej5SfL67ndP3fY3ZoLKpzXl/s1504/Butte+Miners.JPG" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79qdpwnfOeRdWVnpvw6w5D9aV57KChpmSPIk0liBKhsMJsletCKzJQTs68hzpRHYy0X_duK1WSFtCv_uNgII4cV9A6DqH1X4qJOIlWHxz5MNimTiEOQMD0Ej5SfL67ndP3fY3ZoLKpzXl/w200-h133/Butte+Miners.JPG" width="200" /> </a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYGbRoIWFwfVTuKrkk2xeSGrA142dVdnP7XUd-0OFm5TzYyWq9i_fZO_c1aEOCEZvTAtIrk6pSP_D-QNTEcJXvQZEY2SBuEWevpiQLAOYX5JbU8LqJ7IwfzBEUSiMh1vxdnGRpCs0e5dS/s1504/Butte+Mine+Elevator.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYGbRoIWFwfVTuKrkk2xeSGrA142dVdnP7XUd-0OFm5TzYyWq9i_fZO_c1aEOCEZvTAtIrk6pSP_D-QNTEcJXvQZEY2SBuEWevpiQLAOYX5JbU8LqJ7IwfzBEUSiMh1vxdnGRpCs0e5dS/s320/Butte+Mine+Elevator.JPG" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWj1ndDILYDbh3Jb9vx9wmwCMARdMGzCIzSYU_2q2MejYz-7M8gHekd6xLQUpusHrfwvHa-vMoH1oqdjsfuWnI2mLiyHaOvJrT45OgcsVpGEpAHPAdl1WbOPDALzbQeCzBe2H_s-ES6xOF/s1253/DSC_0216.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="951" data-original-width="1253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWj1ndDILYDbh3Jb9vx9wmwCMARdMGzCIzSYU_2q2MejYz-7M8gHekd6xLQUpusHrfwvHa-vMoH1oqdjsfuWnI2mLiyHaOvJrT45OgcsVpGEpAHPAdl1WbOPDALzbQeCzBe2H_s-ES6xOF/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>Initially these mines were underground, but eventually the copper was mined in an open pit operation. The mining activity has slowed here and Butte has suffered. In the windows of some of the businesses are signs reading "Believe in Butte". I certainly hope it's true as we have experienced car trouble here in Butte. Apparently, our front axle has gone bad and is leaking fluid. Repair is not terribly expensive, (We Hope!) But there are no parts in Butte. We've been told that the parts will be here at 8:30 in the morning and that the repair will only take a couple of hours. With luck we should be back on the road and on our way to Missoula by noon time. (Where's Johnny when I need him? <b>SEE: Entry 15 - June4, 2017 <i>Side Tracked!</i></b>).</p><p>Butte also had a number of less complementary nicknames such as "The Armpit of the World" but I have many friends from Butte and I've always enjoyed their company. Evel Knievel hails from Butte. He seems to be fairly well thought of in town. One of my fraternity brothers was the golf pro at the Butte Country Club. He had his picture taken with Evel and with Mickey Rooney. My friend's name is Chuck and he was roughly the same stature and appearance as Mickey Rooney. He would take this photo to bars and impress girls by saying that his name was Chuck Rooney, the son of Mickey Rooney. People from Butte can be great storytellers.</p><p>I had another fraternity brother Tim who was the object of a vicious practical joke played by one of the fraternity brothers. The fraternity would allow members to stay in the fraternity over the summer if they would agree to pay the utilities, mow the lawn, and forward any mail to fraternity brothers who were elsewhere during the summer break. Tim was raised in a good Catholic family in Butte. A fraternity brother forwarded his mail, to Butte, but in care of the Dumas Hotel. The Dumas was the town's brothel! One afternoon Tim's mother got a call from Jean, the madam at the Dumas saying that they had some mail for Tim. Tim's mother was aghast. Jean was notorious enough in Butte that her name was known all over town. She only had to speak her name and Tim's mother knew something was amiss. Tim or his mother went down and retrieve the mail and the fraternity had a good laugh for several years to come.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7IFtwlAYYExHsZDPoHzDnoRTvfvpyVt1o8Y0DvFe2SZH8-2aZGnrGLjkj8gyJLB5IN-zK4SB6YClQ2vn9pZJLkCoNdj2Q-FSAxPk9E-A962DzB4z-iby_l5sd2vhTXR8oCDrv4wDDEzHH/s1504/DSC_0145.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7IFtwlAYYExHsZDPoHzDnoRTvfvpyVt1o8Y0DvFe2SZH8-2aZGnrGLjkj8gyJLB5IN-zK4SB6YClQ2vn9pZJLkCoNdj2Q-FSAxPk9E-A962DzB4z-iby_l5sd2vhTXR8oCDrv4wDDEzHH/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dumas Hotel </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The Butte Chamber of Commerce in the 60's or 70's adopted the motto: "Butte Montana, a Mile High, a Mile Deep and Everyone Is on the Level". Butte was a strong union town, so it was also a good place for Democrats. Harry Truman, during a low point in the 1948 election, came to Butte and felt rejuvenated. He recommended this visit for all Democrats who were unsure of their chances. Harry went on to win the '48 election. </span></div><p>Butte has fallen on hard times and there are number of businesses with signs in their windows which say: "Believe in Butte". </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XbEK1x3K4pU3DJdacrLPgL6__u6xzduMF8uX2La5pklatHxaQo2TnZLHT53y0dfW7FDhQNMS0WGPzvo8gpSXW99dpisuu9velPkSXkaIysuXZ66OhlTE4FQrujOczYNGjGq45LKM7dEt/s1504/DSC_0125.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XbEK1x3K4pU3DJdacrLPgL6__u6xzduMF8uX2La5pklatHxaQo2TnZLHT53y0dfW7FDhQNMS0WGPzvo8gpSXW99dpisuu9velPkSXkaIysuXZ66OhlTE4FQrujOczYNGjGq45LKM7dEt/w200-h133/DSC_0125.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />We will be believing in Butte tonight and tomorrow morning and hopefully we will be back on the road. In the meantime enjoy these vintage and current pictures of Butte, "The Richest Hill on Earth".<p></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-24140791756526161122020-10-01T10:20:00.001-07:002020-10-02T09:25:17.523-07:00Geezers Amongst the Geysers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iqEL4d12Sh-B4ElCVW9CI1WqhpOKC122WQXrkscr5MBQzof3JE8MBPQUpQR7_QM3ndwzUzi7EVH-GeHXd78N9b3b0w7Ptx2tj1kMUVsaAsU5GqN_IPrvLGSME1xiaHaYMdnKMzf5Cac6/s1445/DSC_0066.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="1445" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4iqEL4d12Sh-B4ElCVW9CI1WqhpOKC122WQXrkscr5MBQzof3JE8MBPQUpQR7_QM3ndwzUzi7EVH-GeHXd78N9b3b0w7Ptx2tj1kMUVsaAsU5GqN_IPrvLGSME1xiaHaYMdnKMzf5Cac6/w514-h183/DSC_0066.JPG" width="514" /></a></div><p> We arrived in West Yellowstone Tuesday evening and stayed at a KOA along the side of the highway. I am generally not a fan of KOA's, but I have to say this was the best one I have ever stayed in. This is in contrast to the KOA in West Winnemucca Nevada which was probably the worst place I have ever camped. The KOA in West Yellowstone was generally quiet and quite scenic. However, it appeared that only about two thirds of the spaces were full. Had the others been full, my impression may not have been quite so good. What was amazing is that we could not get a reservation to camp in the park. So we knew the drives through the park would be crowded!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLrJBTqvtUsOgEcWhDufC_-847CGnQr5NdJP0p_54RXFu8lC_E5FVevoe-X27jL69niFMSkzbVTSzfwuMpLii16a3n46ubv3xphlcFG9juvXiVj3Y2V-z1PGxz5mZ5woFg2SEaKy7fzzJV/s1062/DSC_0038.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1062" height="114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLrJBTqvtUsOgEcWhDufC_-847CGnQr5NdJP0p_54RXFu8lC_E5FVevoe-X27jL69niFMSkzbVTSzfwuMpLii16a3n46ubv3xphlcFG9juvXiVj3Y2V-z1PGxz5mZ5woFg2SEaKy7fzzJV/w164-h114/DSC_0038.JPG" width="164" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_UcjUNn-0wO-o07mMGVwb6neFI_SDPXidY4SyTcjckshkLpsRHBNeQoC5RenHXZgZUseLp1ALT8eK8eDyWPBUPLtXmhq13IQhA96No_NPrelJ8luR3-KoKdMLjpmnKiZn_wkVntP-ibv/s1048/DSC_0040.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="1048" height="113" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_UcjUNn-0wO-o07mMGVwb6neFI_SDPXidY4SyTcjckshkLpsRHBNeQoC5RenHXZgZUseLp1ALT8eK8eDyWPBUPLtXmhq13IQhA96No_NPrelJ8luR3-KoKdMLjpmnKiZn_wkVntP-ibv/w141-h113/DSC_0040.JPG" width="141" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSi4PO2WReY-sTk0NjNwLT9zKAKQrltqV6J3C8CVkRhXaDEeNyE-MolHPnKwYTTrK8xhWa8sJCiaMQcnKsL74_bgAV4dgKn2xd_vBRYR7MX4uNtJOyXcZaiRqnOQJKzUeWjoAoPViC3Fw/s1113/DSC_0042.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1113" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSi4PO2WReY-sTk0NjNwLT9zKAKQrltqV6J3C8CVkRhXaDEeNyE-MolHPnKwYTTrK8xhWa8sJCiaMQcnKsL74_bgAV4dgKn2xd_vBRYR7MX4uNtJOyXcZaiRqnOQJKzUeWjoAoPViC3Fw/w161-h112/DSC_0042.JPG" width="161" /></a><br /><span style="text-align: left;">This morning we awakened to 25° temperatures. At this point, I was happy we were in a KOA, because the site came with an electrical hookup. We have brought along a small electric heater which we ran before we went to bed and I started again after I got up. Had the heater not been running, we might've been more like the water that I poured into the coffee pot to make coffee. It was slush. Coffee took longer than usual to make. We love our little tent trailer, but there are times that it does not seem well suited to 65-year-old campers!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwt_Ql1kSh_O1ZtJDZE6OdXqRvr3t7262YEd6qg4ttlQRdqrS4xPmxm4-Cwo23zaqS9Gg7Ozddrvy2VnsV0esn6_eCqWaBGAL5wOJmEBfXo9Dz1OvTaEotU8gW4sjjw_wKp1EJP49V9o6/s905/DSC_0045+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="905" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwt_Ql1kSh_O1ZtJDZE6OdXqRvr3t7262YEd6qg4ttlQRdqrS4xPmxm4-Cwo23zaqS9Gg7Ozddrvy2VnsV0esn6_eCqWaBGAL5wOJmEBfXo9Dz1OvTaEotU8gW4sjjw_wKp1EJP49V9o6/s320/DSC_0045+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div>After breaking camp in the morning we drove to the West entrance of Yellowstone National Park. We took the obligatory photo at the entrance sign in the same place where we had taken many family photos over the years with our first ever photo in 1976. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilnLlDdJeWpLcGsqkz1vo7nRfnBmefxnnfV2AMSVz12kxbU1R6pK_VYdMwukGz3jBKh59ZZ3STW5rFA0RaMmamEcEDws5cDQF5Bsbi8lV7x8heiWRzj_HVR-7b0jzY_xaDy_jqoFugQVgi/s967/Yellowstone+N.P.++Summer+1976.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilnLlDdJeWpLcGsqkz1vo7nRfnBmefxnnfV2AMSVz12kxbU1R6pK_VYdMwukGz3jBKh59ZZ3STW5rFA0RaMmamEcEDws5cDQF5Bsbi8lV7x8heiWRzj_HVR-7b0jzY_xaDy_jqoFugQVgi/s320/Yellowstone+N.P.++Summer+1976.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>This was the first time that Linda and I had visited Yellowstone together. The sign has weathered the years better than I have. But I have to say, Linda and I still look pretty good. The Park still delights us!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz45pyp_soHYSfjfrgm8RbvYqcwLkLzB38pdLYZH9QPRA3lHtXL1tKC-X74dISV8cBEZRdngUa56mNYT9yK2MJulPdhT5TeI5Lno4AOGGbJBIAQWOTZKYy9exayuiVymrAv_gglihZSZyr/s1504/DSC_0069.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="165" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz45pyp_soHYSfjfrgm8RbvYqcwLkLzB38pdLYZH9QPRA3lHtXL1tKC-X74dISV8cBEZRdngUa56mNYT9yK2MJulPdhT5TeI5Lno4AOGGbJBIAQWOTZKYy9exayuiVymrAv_gglihZSZyr/w248-h165/DSC_0069.JPG" width="248" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2TxOmtxgV5SikrBqYVX-Cz-xZamuhbdqj2AxKqUFTx81H3r-aNV8ecLmbQsdPjP3melAK-0ocNDuXgzneV5dYJMbDtaNFoNRzoRLZ6t0UPGFn7GOdPsFa-UGUJ4U5JgrRWg4kYvT8MJL/s1504/DSC_0074.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2TxOmtxgV5SikrBqYVX-Cz-xZamuhbdqj2AxKqUFTx81H3r-aNV8ecLmbQsdPjP3melAK-0ocNDuXgzneV5dYJMbDtaNFoNRzoRLZ6t0UPGFn7GOdPsFa-UGUJ4U5JgrRWg4kYvT8MJL/w132-h198/DSC_0074.JPG" width="132" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSZj-XvBM2NbBjyg_QJlxHwruzqu-jtkFYdYYAgMn3FLJmHOtUKvWMPc4gD3Kt5yKASnzhg0KVAq4s8ndHyZUjkeBYFEOILzH30nidJGv0wAGIFZXIkW1X95FiWqIF36r2SedI_lev6Fbp/s1504/DSC_0082.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;">Today the park was even more crowded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqKFqK2GA77WQeEpZTqwPIYgav2GwbYwHj5PgkotWen4NSXZTIhwrRYzpX-IxB1Pg4zMNhuvSYHVPt2xwMeeUU2RdCbV2TVjCggoZfKTpyYKqd6cbR1aUereIoq47T8-6AEVJHQ0CyXMJ/s1504/DSC_0079.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqKFqK2GA77WQeEpZTqwPIYgav2GwbYwHj5PgkotWen4NSXZTIhwrRYzpX-IxB1Pg4zMNhuvSYHVPt2xwMeeUU2RdCbV2TVjCggoZfKTpyYKqd6cbR1aUereIoq47T8-6AEVJHQ0CyXMJ/w200-h133/DSC_0079.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLkW1gWB40vacuPXprlbGIsnZwe_BvwjWmMynLM5SJXvne-WVkpfIO4t5a1osHfdEr-Vx0MLeUw09MLQYNZpkbkrcxxM7pCrFP4YRpdCsiz4iha6ptqvdC1eudbi2L-jtWc7aGhLoZ-rF/s1504/DSC_0089.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLkW1gWB40vacuPXprlbGIsnZwe_BvwjWmMynLM5SJXvne-WVkpfIO4t5a1osHfdEr-Vx0MLeUw09MLQYNZpkbkrcxxM7pCrFP4YRpdCsiz4iha6ptqvdC1eudbi2L-jtWc7aGhLoZ-rF/w200-h133/DSC_0089.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Instead of Europeans and Asians we were treated to Californians and Oregonians as well as a smattering Washingtonians. It always strikes me as odd that the coastal states which often lecture Idaho, Wyoming and Montana about responsibility, then come to Idaho, Wyoming and Montana to enjoy themselves and to get a break from the current strict rules and laws of those states. There is something wrong here!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Northern Pacific Railroad advertised the Park as a "Wonderland". It certainly is! This is not our last trip to Yellowstone National Park!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnsm3v5adX4j6flhoFZkBzZK8TR3GJl9ZXzT7qG1igPsMcqbBPaMhjeYdUj7-VMZtSdhS43v2dGf_W5cupMjbSE1VamyyEKr0QoLI3zk-CyWeNetqmCY4r_1-A4tcbrYnxM98KpeC9RfH/s1175/DSC_0105.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="1175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnsm3v5adX4j6flhoFZkBzZK8TR3GJl9ZXzT7qG1igPsMcqbBPaMhjeYdUj7-VMZtSdhS43v2dGf_W5cupMjbSE1VamyyEKr0QoLI3zk-CyWeNetqmCY4r_1-A4tcbrYnxM98KpeC9RfH/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Leaving the Park via the Roosevelt Arch <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p>As we left Gardiner, Montana and drove North towards Livingston, we once again began to see remnants of the old Yellowstone Trail across the river. The first photo shows the Old Yellowstone Trail before it enters Yankee Jim Canyon. The second photo shows the Trail descending a grade. I understand that this is a very rough and poorly maintained road. Better suited to an old jeep than Linda's pretty blue Explorer.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6beyxW0xgrAWdTAUAUcU7I1Xx7mv6foTkqW_iZUvMfbdjTaTC1Hon4FGWQwdmbNt2hg9PYA4poGmIwVWr80U0_Q4fYxzbPbrd9OE2V3AVs7v2nv03JG9KqeG7m30MQzOGDnL1qmcp5iq/s1504/DSC_0107.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6beyxW0xgrAWdTAUAUcU7I1Xx7mv6foTkqW_iZUvMfbdjTaTC1Hon4FGWQwdmbNt2hg9PYA4poGmIwVWr80U0_Q4fYxzbPbrd9OE2V3AVs7v2nv03JG9KqeG7m30MQzOGDnL1qmcp5iq/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTI41bWC3vB_71URu6oir6HxzTIHJQ2ziPyE50QET9nV_-nRKcI6P_hPPFACqW2S0rkeviptAEpveqKlFRlV3iN4rc2rMgwOsTzjh25irfE70KQTUz5xpWSAuOZDP-v74Qym_l1WyYtR2/s1504/DSC_0108.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTI41bWC3vB_71URu6oir6HxzTIHJQ2ziPyE50QET9nV_-nRKcI6P_hPPFACqW2S0rkeviptAEpveqKlFRlV3iN4rc2rMgwOsTzjh25irfE70KQTUz5xpWSAuOZDP-v74Qym_l1WyYtR2/w302-h201/DSC_0108.JPG" width="302" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>As we progress through Montana, this blog may get a bit more personal. That is because Linda and I met while we were attending college at the University of Montana in 1975.. While I will not claim to be a Montanan, I do feel a special tie to this state. You might say this is where I came of age and where some of the formative events of my life took place. I will not tell all the old tales, that could prove too boring, perhaps too revealing, and I'm not sure if the statute of limitations has run on all the indiscretions of my youth. Suffice it to say that Linda has been the great civilizing influence of my life, I also don't want to incriminate any of my friends or fraternity brothers. When I tell a story, I will omit last names, but they will know who they are!</p><p>Still, any trip to Yellowstone National Park is a good trip. And our many memories of this grand Park make this trip even better.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Uuxhb-rX4P6iS94-1buJfU7W5nRX_ofKJXkk3Fuk50UwMJE-jVZBynqdfLuJkBweaJXBlZ26tVd98NfC0h4Qycm_6-OnwZp1Ic1shOKSiBtT76nWXrwsr11URR0SfoWbVSd1pJXmx_Bk/s1280/Bill+and+Linda.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Uuxhb-rX4P6iS94-1buJfU7W5nRX_ofKJXkk3Fuk50UwMJE-jVZBynqdfLuJkBweaJXBlZ26tVd98NfC0h4Qycm_6-OnwZp1Ic1shOKSiBtT76nWXrwsr11URR0SfoWbVSd1pJXmx_Bk/s320/Bill+and+Linda.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Geezers and Geysers!<br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-35587373889669898102020-09-29T18:11:00.001-07:002020-10-02T10:02:06.169-07:00Let's Finish this Thing!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XUF471bO3So4QMoV2h7sjcAtY-wrIFPimq9rplY1CrSIc6kvzfeZFefwot6uNgcI9j8Ep63ls8fYQhDz8fFG-RQO5q9EHuT7PfVIZXA6qxuVa20Ufq9XGnB0U0xkfqqzKV4_Z9r4zvZc/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4XUF471bO3So4QMoV2h7sjcAtY-wrIFPimq9rplY1CrSIc6kvzfeZFefwot6uNgcI9j8Ep63ls8fYQhDz8fFG-RQO5q9EHuT7PfVIZXA6qxuVa20Ufq9XGnB0U0xkfqqzKV4_Z9r4zvZc/" width="320" /></a></div> Leaving Boise September 29, 2020<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><br /><p></p><p>We finished our cross-country trip and made our last entry on this blog on July 14, 2017. We ended our trip at Yellowstone National Park. We drove home to Boise, across the Southern Idaho Desert and put the car and tent trailer away. But there was one thing wrong; we hadn't really finished the Yellowstone Trail. It is true that an earlier generation of the Yellowstone Trail terminated at Yellowstone National Park, but fairly soon thereafter the Yellowstone Trail Association sponsored the building of a transcontinental road all the way to Puget Sound. The Yellowstone Trail then joined the Lincoln Highway as one of the earliest transcontinental roads!</p><p>It has always bothered me that we didn't complete this trip all the way to Puget Sound. Even though on other occasions we've driven what was once the Yellowstone Trail from our home in Idaho to Seattle, I wanted to do it as part of this effort. So as Willie Nelson sings: "We're on the Road Again". We're starting a bit late, and it would have been better to have done this trip during the summer time, but COVID got in the way. But it is better late than never.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On our first day day we managed to get out of the house and on the road by 8:30. We drove first to the Boise Depot to get a picture of the city and of our "rig". Then it was off to Mountain Home and Yellowstone National Park to pick up "The Trail" again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDohciKdo-g88eic1EFV1mL_0PGCZO_SUz-Wbfu8bm2Sgd0L52bzy0L-4jhs6RTp2xPmXdvzAJhAA5zKX8vwmAbc5VuEgGXgKGk3Pu8oTA4j3FO1qJHHHuaHeUtxmnT5PYGHOeb16u3TqN/s1504/DSC_0004.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDohciKdo-g88eic1EFV1mL_0PGCZO_SUz-Wbfu8bm2Sgd0L52bzy0L-4jhs6RTp2xPmXdvzAJhAA5zKX8vwmAbc5VuEgGXgKGk3Pu8oTA4j3FO1qJHHHuaHeUtxmnT5PYGHOeb16u3TqN/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> From there, we will continue through Montana and try and trace the Yellowstone Trail as best we can. Although Interstate 90 has obliterated much of the Yellowstone Trail, we can at least hit the cities and towns that it passes through. In addition, it's turning cold. Last night it was 17° in West Yellowstone. I hope it's warmer tonight and that we don't end up as a couple of popsicles!</div><p>For early travelers and "autoists", Southern Idaho was something to be traversed, endured and survived. For instance, Frederic's Van de Water who wrote "The Family Flivvers to Frisco" felt that Southern Idaho's main purpose was to provide a contrast with the beauty of Yellowstone and the beauty of Western Oregon. I doubt that the Idaho Travel Commission will be using any of his quotes. </p><p>Van de Water's impressions aside, there is much to see here and I will mention the points that I find noteworthy. </p><p>From Boise we drove Interstate 84 to Mountain Home. At Mountain home we left the interstate to take U.S. 20 across southern Idaho to Interstate 15. The drive to West Yellowstone was approximately six hours and we hadn't even really started yet.</p><p>There are some things to see through southern Idaho. We crossed Highway 75 which is the road to Sun Valley. Beyond that, we drove through the town of Picabo (Peek-a-Boo - Remember the Olympic gold medal skier? She was from near here!) and then over the hill to Arco, Idaho. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9hCOszHxp3DPbO3j0bocBbrUANz6hsEauEDfgWTkvShwhyphenhyphenbAKaahjLZZw56lghyoQ-AuKR04v2iJhcjCPoxZwgyY4A6aylT25PhTF37L01SJ9FqNNXYQ-niwNQ0UW9B-mdbN6MmQzRbj/s754/DSC_0006.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-9hCOszHxp3DPbO3j0bocBbrUANz6hsEauEDfgWTkvShwhyphenhyphenbAKaahjLZZw56lghyoQ-AuKR04v2iJhcjCPoxZwgyY4A6aylT25PhTF37L01SJ9FqNNXYQ-niwNQ0UW9B-mdbN6MmQzRbj/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Before Arco, we stopped at Craters of the Moon. Craters of the Moon is a national monument. It has an otherworldly appearance. So otherworldly in fact that the Apollo astronauts practiced for the moon landing here.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRiFE19RlqxM0WEy8ktK5JPjaJBup2qpwyhSg9s780PAIm7qrlNNgkWNqtPz9z1_JqzAFGeJIsI4kuegCEhaRPmc5eJ37mYBjW4D88It8jgZ1S_wA6CfxBzt_cN8cq28ocsvnTwDY2ZWV/s1504/DSC_0008.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRiFE19RlqxM0WEy8ktK5JPjaJBup2qpwyhSg9s780PAIm7qrlNNgkWNqtPz9z1_JqzAFGeJIsI4kuegCEhaRPmc5eJ37mYBjW4D88It8jgZ1S_wA6CfxBzt_cN8cq28ocsvnTwDY2ZWV/w238-h158/DSC_0008.JPG" width="238" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxdipCNDyrLNeuYUEPC6CihKuARYWlHeNK6D0DiZyWLd0Y057iXhajdOrHYMb9e0yY099m_H0LfoWTRWcuIVDFdzllm0qxJL220SAsByXuEvT4QdrWsgdNBDK66U1EmK7oMVlOSZSX7CH/s1504/DSC_0010.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxdipCNDyrLNeuYUEPC6CihKuARYWlHeNK6D0DiZyWLd0Y057iXhajdOrHYMb9e0yY099m_H0LfoWTRWcuIVDFdzllm0qxJL220SAsByXuEvT4QdrWsgdNBDK66U1EmK7oMVlOSZSX7CH/w240-h160/DSC_0010.JPG" width="240" /></a><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Arco Idaho has the distinction of being the first town to be lighted by electricity generated by atomic power. East of Arco is EBR 1, which is the first nuclear power plant used to generate electricity. The plant has been since decommissioned, but most years you can tour the plant.</span></div><p style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsEfyLm81D7Eqwm_zTE-LNqPUlftmnro_mW33KOwVh_QxkmJfVG04aVh_yVKdAi-b2whwGLYR7M-IFszRTcvANcrLkL7fCmhzir3e5AuTLiZ61KMo27p0GV2-DzpSbcFtzk6MLkYLxNd3/s1504/DSC_0018.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="136" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsEfyLm81D7Eqwm_zTE-LNqPUlftmnro_mW33KOwVh_QxkmJfVG04aVh_yVKdAi-b2whwGLYR7M-IFszRTcvANcrLkL7fCmhzir3e5AuTLiZ61KMo27p0GV2-DzpSbcFtzk6MLkYLxNd3/w204-h136/DSC_0018.JPG" width="204" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLjBX4NvgvA4TPUJDkfXB71HecsEtYo02ONzkZxfjuQcE-VDx7BpS_Nuoea0EgcrAW6qKqBqFvU2lOagccpJi892QJGsN-9PO_b1khijhmMfrYusBOFzjlt7P-V0mYk77oJPACvYQp0w4/s703/DSC_0036.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="703" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLjBX4NvgvA4TPUJDkfXB71HecsEtYo02ONzkZxfjuQcE-VDx7BpS_Nuoea0EgcrAW6qKqBqFvU2lOagccpJi892QJGsN-9PO_b1khijhmMfrYusBOFzjlt7P-V0mYk77oJPACvYQp0w4/w251-h133/DSC_0036.JPG" width="251" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">In a park in the center of Arco is a Conning Tower or Sail from a nuclear submarine, The USS Hawkbill. This is another nod to Southern Idaho's significant contribution to nuclear research. On the rocks above Arco there are many numbers painted on the rock cliffs. These are whitewashed or painted on the rocks by the graduating seniors of the high school in Arco. The oldest one dates to the 1920's and the most recent last year's. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-1MZPKdNGjM13uv6RTFnxhkz7VNxRE7ZQs90_MNoJVRUAAZp0Vpvv7MXEpsrz7u2Auem0zggXqTJfTw-Hku4-jeDqnIcew65lCVdSBKyfYtoSb_TrnrxovItDlbeUDbZvCSi6tPxwiKM/s1504/DSC_0024.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-1MZPKdNGjM13uv6RTFnxhkz7VNxRE7ZQs90_MNoJVRUAAZp0Vpvv7MXEpsrz7u2Auem0zggXqTJfTw-Hku4-jeDqnIcew65lCVdSBKyfYtoSb_TrnrxovItDlbeUDbZvCSi6tPxwiKM/w233-h155/DSC_0024.JPG" width="233" /></a> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZpb3DZTR1yrRhalcTCOa6mMJjUs8itOXxL2R9ujhWBLeldy9N5gq1__o0dXWx527E00cu5fwhFJiX_63HxclUOZa1zSfVzDNiy-mFtAWakTnq1cMVxJiQuCJ8bqB_WSaqu1mByv9cDsFd/s1504/DSC_0015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZpb3DZTR1yrRhalcTCOa6mMJjUs8itOXxL2R9ujhWBLeldy9N5gq1__o0dXWx527E00cu5fwhFJiX_63HxclUOZa1zSfVzDNiy-mFtAWakTnq1cMVxJiQuCJ8bqB_WSaqu1mByv9cDsFd/w278-h213/DSC_0015.JPG" width="278" /></a> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXov5_mb5g2fQ8ksppNqb-qCX6c5j08bCYsWMQndlmMJQ0qG8-30RExw7YljSUnK2Nztyn4yCy4S_gBGOslXCOv3tn5Xh4-DTW7x7ew2iQ-PSpcARFGseb4MdgBzv-R4zCQmLrwo3W0vg/s728/DSC_0020+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="728" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvXov5_mb5g2fQ8ksppNqb-qCX6c5j08bCYsWMQndlmMJQ0qG8-30RExw7YljSUnK2Nztyn4yCy4S_gBGOslXCOv3tn5Xh4-DTW7x7ew2iQ-PSpcARFGseb4MdgBzv-R4zCQmLrwo3W0vg/s320/DSC_0020+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>We crossed the Big Lost River before entering Arco and again after we left. The first time I came to Southern Idaho I wondered about the name. It comes from the fact that the flowing river enters the Lava beds in the desert and disappears into the aquifer It reappears near Hagerman as the Thousand Springs where it falls into the Snake River. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qm8iaR9JfoMqzf6jkmvVoxjr_Ph9112HhLjiITaggyfOa8Nt513gxzD2rQCIthiC67qqY6B9h25_eFlMcmneVhgCzYVvvyKq-xGYphZCTZi4lmP9XJdHAC7C_aqvgNaVsObrakav8zJl/s448/DSC_0031.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="434" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qm8iaR9JfoMqzf6jkmvVoxjr_Ph9112HhLjiITaggyfOa8Nt513gxzD2rQCIthiC67qqY6B9h25_eFlMcmneVhgCzYVvvyKq-xGYphZCTZi4lmP9XJdHAC7C_aqvgNaVsObrakav8zJl/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" /></a></div><p>Interstate 15 we turned north towards West Yellowstone. Along the way we went through the town of Rigby. Rigby is proud of the fact that it is the birthplace of Philo T. Farnsworth who invented television. Apparently Mr. Farnsworth wrote his idea on a chalkboard at Rigby High where he was a student!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS67LgUrXgJQZ4awUJDPCXLkPmuZO3p6XYjhPjwLz3K-4NC29TpwMmKJ4biMIEdPatZ-GSjU7TT777sFy6v7rQtafYyY023iiwzf8C778HxNomN5jyF0ODOJfhQt5spPYAL7vti4yNis_X/s1504/DSC_0037.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS67LgUrXgJQZ4awUJDPCXLkPmuZO3p6XYjhPjwLz3K-4NC29TpwMmKJ4biMIEdPatZ-GSjU7TT777sFy6v7rQtafYyY023iiwzf8C778HxNomN5jyF0ODOJfhQt5spPYAL7vti4yNis_X/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Tomorrow we will go into Yellowstone Park and then north to Livingston to pick up the east-west route of the Yellowstone Trail. </p><p>Good to have you along for the ride!</p><p><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-81583134202315713152017-07-14T20:46:00.000-07:002018-01-30T12:00:13.466-08:00(49) Yellowstone, Home Again<b>Wednesday July 12, Thursday July13</b><br />
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We awoke on Wednesday, July 12 at our campground along the Yellowstone River. We were just north of Gardiner Montana, along Highway 89. After a light breakfast and a cup of coffee we headed south towards Gardiner and Yellowstone National Park.<br />
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As we drove south along the river we were once again taken by the incomparable beauty of this area. The river seems to be running a little high and a little muddy for this time of the year. Nonetheless, it was beautiful. <br />
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We could see what we believed to be the old Yellowstone Trail carved into the hillside. It looked pretty rugged and it appeared that visiting Yellowstone National Park was not for the faint hearted one hundred years ago. Initially the formal name of the Yellowstone Trail was the "Twin Cities - Aberdeen- Yellowstone Park Trail". It was later shortened to simply "Yellowstone Trail". <br />
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We picked up enough groceries in Gardiner for tonight's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast. Our plan was to do a quick tour of some of the highlights of the park this afternoon and then drive home.<br />
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Such a short visit certainly does not do Yellowstone National Park justice. However, we been on the road a long time and is much as we've enjoyed this trip we're ready to be home.<br />
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My first visit to Yellowstone National Park was in 1957 and I'm afraid to admit that I really can't recall it. But I've been back to Yellowstone many times since and had the opportunity to explore it with Linda and then with the family.<br />
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Every time we been to Yellowstone we have camped. It seems like this is the best way to see it, however, one of these days I'd like to spend a couple of nights at the Old Faithful Inn or at one of the other beautiful hotels at the Park.<br />
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Yellowstone National Park is America's and the world's first national park. It is said to be one of the best ideas that America has ever given to the world. That is really saying something, considering the many good ideas that originated in America.<br />
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America's national parks were the product of the conservation movement in America, but they were also the product of the railroads.<br />
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Of these two sources, it was the railroads that really did the heavy lifting to bring about the national parks. Had it not been for lobbying by the Northern Pacific Railroad, Yellowstone National Park would not have come into being when it did. The Northern Pacific Railroad lobbied Congress for the creation of Yellowstone National Park. It undoubtedly also assisted in drafting the legislation which created the Park. <br />
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Articles informing Americans of the great beauty of Yellowstone and of its natural wonders were written and distributed by writers hired by the Northern Pacific Railroad.<br />
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None of this diminishes the National Parks' position in America's history or Yellowstone's place as the crown jewel in America's National Park system. It seems that the Northern Pacific Railroad needed a destination for its eastern passengers to visit. The Northern Pacific carried well-to-do easterners to the park, which it advertised heavily in the eastern papers and magazines. It billed Yellowstone and Mount Rainier National Park as "Wonderland".<br />
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The automobile is a relative latecomer to Yellowstone National Park. Private automobiles were not admitted to the park until 1915. The Yellowstone Trail and other automobile organizations lobbied for cars to be let into the park in much the way that the Northern Pacific Railroad had lobbied Congress for the creation of the park. Prior to 1915, tourists in automobiles could only travel as far as Gardiner before they had to leave their automobiles and climb into horse-drawn wagons to be taken to one of the camping areas or to a hotel in the park. The Yellowstone Trail, and other automobile organizations, had a campaign that demanded "Let Us In". Finally, the government relented. Whatever one might think of Park overcrowding, letting automobiles into the park truly made the park a place "For the Benefit and Enjoyment of the People."<br />
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The car, it seems, was a great democratizing factor in the Park's creation. One had to be fairly well-to-do in order to afford a railroad ticket west, to be driven around the park by horse-drawn wagon, staying at magnificent hotels. Even camping, in the early days, involved renting a tent, set atop a wooden platform in the Park.<br />
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During our short stay at Yellowstone we were struck by the large numbers of foreign tourists. Visitors from Europe and Asia have embraced Yellowstone. Last year 4.5 million visitors saw the sights. It seemed to us that approximately 40% of the visitors we saw were foreign. It also seemed that a significant portion of those tourists wanted to experience Yellowstone the way they understand Americans to experience the park. There were a great many rented RVs touring the park. Linda and I watched with amusement as a park ranger, through an interpreter, explained to two Asian men that the Park Police had received a large number of complaints about their erratic driving. He told them that he would let them go with a warning, but that he didn't want to hear any more complaints. They needed to slow down and obey the traffic laws. Having been in foreign lands, I felt for them.<br />
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Thursday, July 13 brought this vacation adventure to a close. <br />
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We started the day as we had started so many others with coffee percolating on our one burner Coleman stove and a cup of coffee at the campsite. It was then time to break camp and head for home.<br />
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It has been a wonderful vacation. We were gone for 44 days and traveled 7,783.5 miles, using 307 gallons of gas. We changed the oil and the beginning of the trip, and twice on the road. <br />
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I would not trade the experiences that we've had for anything in the world. This is a big beautiful country. The people that we've met have been, almost without exception, extremely kind, thoughtful and polite. Folks went out of their way to tell us about the beauty of their town or their state. They asked if there was anything they could do to help us enjoy and wished us "HAPPY TRAILS". It was fun to add some of them to our blog. We've had over 15,000 views of the blog from all over the world. Thanks to all the readers for letting us share our trip.<br />
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It's nice to be home with indoor plumbing, a handy shower, and to greet our dog Chester, but I also find myself thinking about the next road trip....<br />
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Monday morning I fly to California to pick up the Ranchero and drive it home.<br />
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<b>July 12, 2017</b><br />
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Tonight, we are camping adjacent to the highway and next to the Yellowstone River. We are quite literally on the road to Yellowstone. The campground is reasonably quiet and the highway noise is fading quickly. About all we can hear is a gentle sound of the Yellowstone River.</div>
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<b>Driving on the Yellowstone, adjacent to the Yellowstone, on the way to Yellowstone</b></div>
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We began the day in Billings, Montana. From there we traveled to Laurel to take a look at that town and to photograph a couple of the buildings. </div>
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From there we proceeded on old Highway 10, which is the modern equivalent of the Yellowstone Trail. Highway 10 runs between Interstate 90 and the Yellowstone River. It is about as close as you can get to driving the old Yellowstone Trail. <br />
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We drove it until the road ran out and we were forced to get on the interstate. It's hard to believe how much quieter Highway 10 is than Interstate 90. Most of the time I feel more relaxed on the old US highways than I do on the interstates. But this was particularly true today as I drove along the Yellowstone River.</div>
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We arrived in Livingston Montana which is an old railroad town. The old steam trains needed servicing more often than the modern diesels. For this reason stations and service facilities were spaced regularly along the line. The Northern Pacific Railroad ran through Southern and Eastern before heading to Missoula, Montana. Most of the towns that we have traveled through were Northern Pacific towns. Livingston was the big service facility.</div>
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The truth be told, I would be more comfortable in the old Livingston than the new. But at least Livingston is surviving and not drying up and blowing away like so many other cities and towns across the northern Great Plains.</div>
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The survival of the small towns has been a theme that has recurred throughout our trip east on the Lincoln Highway and on our trip west on the Yellowstone Trail. It's not just the small towns and villages of Montana and North Dakota that need to be remembered, it's the small towns and cities throughout the heartland of the United States.</div>
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<b>Mobridge, South Dakota to Billings, Montana</b><br />
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This morning we crossed the Missouri River at Mobridge, South Dakota. It was a bright clear morning and I took a picture of both the automobile bridge that we were crossing as well as the old railroad bridge. After crossing the Missouri we found ourselves once again in the arid West. We spent the remainder of the day traversing South Dakota, North Dakota and much of Montana.<br />
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In North Dakota, we found miles and miles of miles and miles. Our last stop in North Dakota was Marmarth. <br />
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The unusual name comes from the fact that the railroad engineer was naming it after his daughter, Margaret Martha. Apparently Margaret Martha would not work as a name of the town so it was shortened to Marmarth. Marmarth has the oldest motion picture theater in all of North Dakota. I believe it is still operating, although much of the rest of the town is not.<br />
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At the western edge of the town of Marmarth is the Van Horn automobile Museum. Jim Van Horn has assembled quite a collection of beautifully restored vehicles. In addition to automobiles, Jim collects whatever suits his fancy. At the end of the tour we were treated to an ice cream. It was delicious.<br />
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<b></b>We then proceeded into Montana. At the western edge of North Dakota and the eastern edge of Montana we found ourselves in the Badlands. The scenery was not quite as spectacular as that in Badlands national Park, but we appreciated it nonetheless, I'm glad that we don't live there.<br />
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We stopped in Miles City Montana to have lunch at the Montana Bar. My last visit to the Montana Bar was in May, 1974. I went to Miles city with two friends from college who told me that if I wanted to experience Montana culture at its finest I needed to attend The Bucking Horse Sale which is held in May of each year in Miles City. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bucking Horse Sale, May, 1974</td></tr>
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My friends told me that we would probably end up drinking too much and might find ourselves in a couple of fights. To a 19-year-old college freshman this sounded like something I needed to experience. I did end up drinking a bit too much, but managed to avoid the fights.<br />
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One of the bars I visited in May, 1974 was the Montana Bar. I well remember going to the Bucking Horse Sale. The Bucking Horse Sale is where all the saddle broncs come from for the rodeo circuit. It is basically a big rodeo with horse buyers then bidding on the broncs.<br />
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I have fond memories of the Bucking Horse Sale. I remember that Saturday night in May, 1974 that the Montana Bar was very crowded and very noisy. It was difficult to get from one end of the barroom to the other. It was a bit quieter today and today there were actually barstools in front of the bar. No trip to Miles City is complete without a visit to the Montana Bar.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had a steak sandwich and I felt like they were staring at me.</td></tr>
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The walls are decorated with mounts representing the cream of the cattle drives. There is also a bullet hole in a beveled glass window as you walk in the bar. How that window survived, I don't know. The bullet hole was the result of an accidental discharge that occurred when a patron was checking his gun. But it all makes for great fun and a colorful afternoon or evening.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bullet hole in glass panel</td></tr>
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While we were at the Montana Club, I struck up a conversation with Charlie who had spent most of his professional life as a cattle broker. Charlie told me that the Montana Club was a good place to do business. The booths had high walls and it was like being in a soundproof room.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charlie, a Cattle broker from Miles City</td></tr>
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<b>Forsyth Montana to Billings</b><br />
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Split Rock, near Big Horn Montana</div>
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After Miles city we traveled to Forsyth, Montana and then on to Pompey's Pillar.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pompey's Pillar along the Yellowstone River</td></tr>
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Pompey is the nickname that William Clark gave to the son of Sacagawea. His full name is Jean Baptist Charbonneau. He was born in 1805 and died in 1861. Little Pompey was the youngest member of the Corps of Discovery. He had a front row seat to the making of history through much of the nineteenth century. William Clark saw to it that he got a good education. He died in the second half of the nineteenth century near Jordan Valley, Oregon. Earlier this year, I visited his grave and I'm happy to report that many people visit the grave and leave tributes to little Pompey.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pompey's Grave near Jordan Valley, Oregon</td></tr>
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After Pompey's Pillar we traveled west to Billings. We will spend the night in Billings before moving on to Livingston and Yellowstone National Park. We have debated on where to end this trip. At one time we had planned to go all the way to Puget Sound. However, the need to retrieve our car in California has made that original goal impractical. We decided to end the trip where the Yellowstone Trail originally ended. That is, Yellowstone National Park.<br />
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<b>July 7, 2017</b><br />
<b>Lac qui Parle State Park, Minnesota </b><br />
<b>to </b><b>Mobridge, South Dakota</b><br />
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We are spending tonight in Mobridge South Dakota on the banks of the Missouri River. Mobridge is so named because there is a bridge over the Missouri River at this point. The abbreviation for Missouri is Mo. Combine that abbreviation with the word bridge and the town at that point ends up with the name Mobridge.<br />
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Once again we "gave in" and are not spending the night in the tent trailer. It is 105° here and sleeping in our canvas tent trailer did not sound pleasant. I guess we're getting old.<br />
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We started the day battling mosquitoes at the campground in Minnesota. Minnesota is known for its mosquitoes, although the state's Department of Commerce does not promote that fact. The mosquitoes made us to break camp at Lac qui Parle State Park in Montevideo (pronounced "Mount video") quickly and gave us a few parting bites on the way out of the campground just to make sure that we would remember the place.<br />
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<b>Ortonville, Minnesota</b><br />
<b></b>The first town we visited was Ortonville, Minnesota. Ortonville is the county seat for Big Stone County Minnesota. It is another Midwestern city that has been passed by, by the march of time. It appears that it was once fairly prosperous. It still looks pretty good, but there are a few vacant storefronts on Main Street.<br />
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The reason we traveled to Ortonville and went through the city is that I have an antique postcard of the Big Stone County Courthouse. The Big Stone County Courthouse was built in the first decade of the 20th century. Since it was only a block out of our way, I was curious to see if the courthouse was still standing and how it had weathered the passage of time. It was still standing proud and is being maintained by the county in good repair. Big Stone County, it seems, is proud of its courthouse.<br />
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While we were in Ortonville we stopped for breakfast at the Ligonberry coffee shop. A ligonberry is a Scandinavian berrry that is somewhat tart, but makes into a very good jam to be spread on muffins. <br />
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The coffee shop was owned by Khadija who operates it along with her sister Karina. Most of the pastries are prepared on site, although a few are purchased from outside vendors (yummy chocolate croissant). Khadija was born in Ortonville, but left and has seen the world. She returned home to open the Ligonberry coffee shop. As much as we enjoyed our time there, we needed to get on the road and keep moving west.<br />
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From Ortonville we immediately crossed into South Dakota. While we had seen some Yellowstone Trail signs in Minnesota and Wisconsin, we began to see more and more in South Dakota. South Dakota is the birthplace of the Yellowstone Trail, but more on that later.<br />
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The first town that we came to in South Dakota was Milbank. Milbank is home to the Milbank mutual insurance company and is also the birthplace of the Super 8 motel chain.<br />
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At a park across the street from Milbank Mutual's headquarters there is a windmill. It turns out that this windmill was a gristmill when the town of Milbank was first settled. As the town grew with houses and other commercial structures going up, along with the planting of trees to line the city streets, the owner the gristmill found that it affected the wind. The wind power had to be supplemented in order to grind wheat into flour.<br />
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Eventually, operating the gristmill became uneconomical and it was suffering from neglect. Some public spirited citizens, recognizing the importance of the gristmill to the town's history purchased it and moved it. Later it was restored and moved once again. The Milbank Mutual Insurance Company takes good care of the windmill. From what I read they maintain it for the city, its citizens and visitors to enjoy.<br />
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<b>Prairie Pothole Country</b><br />
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We moved on from Milbank to Ipswich, South Dakota. On our way to Ipswich we passed through the Prairie Pothole Country. The Prairie Pothole Country is a remnant of the last Ice Age. As the ice receded from the northern Great Plains, it left a relatively flat countryside, but not one that is perfectly flat. As the ice sheet receded, it left potholes as well as moraine. In the spring as the snow melts and with spring rains, these potholes fill with water. Some are so large and deep that they are also fed by springs and remain a standing body of water for the entire year. Most of the potholes dry up during the year. Farmers and cities have eliminated most of the potholes, but those that remain are now guarded as productive wetlands which are the breeding grounds for most of the waterfowl in this country.<br />
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These Prairie Potholes proved to be an immense challenge to the railroad engineers and to the road builders of the early 20th century.<br />
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<b>Ipswich South Dakota and the birth of the Yellowstone Trail</b><br />
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<b></b> Ipswich is the birthplace of the Yellowstone Trail. Joseph Parmley was a lawyer and owned a land office in Ipswich. Parmley was a product of the late nineteenth and early twentieth century.<br />
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He was caught up in the progressive movement. He joined the prohibition movement and his wife was a member of the Women's Christian Temperance Union. Parmley was also active in the reclamation movement, which turned the West into productive farmland. But most of all, Parmley is remembered for his advocacy and hard work in the "Good Roads Movement".</div>
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Parmley sought to make his city, his state, and the region a better place to live. He was a strong advocate of the Good Roads Movement. Initially Parmley sought a road from Ipswich, east, to Aberdeen, South Dakota. It is from this seed, that the Yellowstone Trail grew. Very soon Parmley and others envisioned a road all the way from Minneapolis, Minnesota to Yellowstone National Park. The goal was later expanded to include Chicago, Illinois to Yellowstone. That eventually grew to include the goal of "A Good Road from Plymouth Rock to Puget Sound."<br />
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One wonders how Parmley and others from South Dakota ever thought they could build a road from Plymouth Rock to Puget Sound? What is even more amazing is that they did it. They did it in a manner different from the way that the Lincoln Highway accomplished its goal, and if the truth be told, the road probably was not quite as good, but they did it nonetheless. The story reminds me of <br />
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the movie I once saw where a character in the movie said that aerodynamically there was no way that a bumblebee should fly. He then added that nobody told the bumblebee that, and so the bumblebee flies. I guess nobody ever told Parmley and the other businessmen and farmers from South Dakota and Minnesota that they could not build a transcontinental road.<br />
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Parmley is held in high esteem in South Dakota and particularly in Ipswich. He was a remarkable man.<br />
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Parmley was known to be a very good public speaker. As I noted before he believed in prohibition, at least initially. Before the Prohibition Amendment to the Constitution was ever passed prohibition foes are suspected of setting fire to Parmley's house. Parmley built another house which was also burned down. The next house he built was built of concrete, brick and stone. Even the floors on the first and second floor, and the stairs are concrete. Today, Linda and I toured that house. It will last another 100 years.<br />
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Parmley's house built of brick, stone and concrete. </div>
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Joe Parmley was really a remarkable fellow. While I know he wouldn't join me for a drink, I would like to sit down and have a long chat with him. What he and others from South Dakota and Minnesota accomplished, even without the resources and public relations know how of the Lincoln Highway Association is really quite amazing.<br />
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Tom is a volunteer docent at the Parmley house and Museum. <br />
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For him it is a labor of love. He led Linda and I on a very informative tour of the house and then a tour of Joe Parmley's land office. We felt bad that we had to keep moving on as Tom had much more information to share with us. For someone like me, I am very grateful for people like Tom, who desire to keep these local museums going for the next generation. Many times this is where the history lies.<br />
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Today is a day I will long remember.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joe Parmley, outside his land Office</td></tr>
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<br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-83396879888559348012017-07-09T05:38:00.000-07:002017-07-09T15:20:13.323-07:00(45) Michael Dowling, A Most Inspiring Figure <b><br /></b>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michael Dowling, a most Inspiring Man</td></tr>
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<b>July 8, 2017</b><br />
<b>Marshfield, Wisconsin to Montevideo, Minnesota</b><br />
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<b></b>This morning was the third morning that we awoke in a motel. We have had some difficulty finding suitable campsites, and the weather does not always cooperate. Yesterday, for instance, we had planned to camp but at approximately 3 o'clock in the afternoon the heavens opened up. We were heading west on the Yellowstone Trail through Wisconsin and had to slow to about 35 miles an hour because of the heavy rain. Many other drivers simply pulled off the road and waited for the rain to subside. Perhaps I should've done so as well, but I was concerned about somebody from behind running into me.<br />
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After seeing how wet the rain had made things we decided to get a motel room. The funny thing was when we arrived in Marshfield, Wisconsin not only had the rain stopped, but the sky was clear and things were dried out. Oh well, the motel bed was nice and soft.<br />
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This morning we woke up and left Marshfield driving west towards Altoona, Wisconsin. Very soon, we found ourselves in the Dairyland that we had expected from the time we entered Wisconsin. The dairy farms were neat and orderly. </div>
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We also found ourselves back in Amish country. We slow down several times for horse and buggies that shared the road with us.</div>
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When we reached Altoona we spent a couple of pleasant hours with John and Alice Ridge. </div>
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John is the president of the Yellowstone Trail organization. He and Alice devote countless hours towards mapping the Yellowstone Trail and providing detailed information both on the website and in response to any and all questions. The maps on the Yellowstone Trail website are second to none. They are both detailed and easy to follow.</div>
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John and Alice just returned from a trip west to verify Yellowstone Trail alignments. Unfortunately the records of the Yellowstone Trail are not complete when it comes to highway alignments. John has gone out into the field and used his knowledge of the trail and his observations to provide more detailed records and maps. For John, being close is simply not good enough. John is a retired math professor and for him the answer is either correct or incorrect. I marvel at the knowledge that both he and Alice have of the Yellowstone Trail and other old highways. I'm also grateful for their hard work and determination.<br />
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After we talked old highways, we had the opportunity to socialize a bit over coffee and Kringle. Kringle is a delicate pastry that is filled with butter, brown sugar, and nuts. It is delicious with coffee.<br />
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After coffee we said goodbye to John and Alice and continued west on the Yellowstone Trail. We drove from Altoona to the Minnesota state line. We decided not to drive through Minneapolis, but instead skirted it on Interstate 494. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Norwood Minnesota</td></tr>
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After escaping the Minneapolis Metropolitan region we rejoined the Yellowstone Trail, driving through Waconia, Glencoe, Olivia, Granite Falls and are spending the night at Lac qui Parle State Park where they raise voracious mosquitoes. The state park was overpriced and inadequate. The electrical hook up did not work. The mosquitoes, however, were working overtime and harassed us all night!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dowling's Bank in Olivia, Minnesota</td></tr>
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We stopped in the town of Olivia to take a look at the building that housed the bank owned by <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_J._Dowling_(Minnesota_politician)">Michael Dowling</a>. One of the things that I enjoy about studying old highways is the personalities behind the highways. Dowling was truly an inspirational and exceptional figure. During the blizzard of 1880 Dowling was riding on the back of a wagon and was bounced off the wagon and into a snow bank. The blizzard was such that the driver of the wagon could not hear Dowling's cries for help. Dowling stumbled around in the below zero temperatures before seeking shelter in a haystack. In the morning he found that his limbs were frozen. Two legs, one arm and four fingers on his remaining hand and arm were amputated. Despite this Dowling went on to be a successful figure in Minnesota politics, he was a successful businessman and he "blazed the Yellowstone Trail West to Yellowstone National Park and East to Plymouth Rock."<br />
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He was an inspirational speaker and told World War I amputees not to mourn on what they had lost but the focus on what they had. Dowling often said to friends: "Thank God I'm not a cripple"<br />
We are camping tonight west of Olivia, and I can't help but think of Michael Dowling and what he accomplished and what he overcame.<br />
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After a good nights sleep we awoke and drove the 50 yards or so to the border and crossed into Wisconsin. <br />
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We stayed on the old Yellowstone Trail which is on the Sheridan Road along the shores of Lake Michigan. We drove north to Kenosha, Wisconsin to have breakfast with Mark Mowbray, the executive director of the Yellowstone Trail organization. It was great to finally meet Mark. I've talked with him several times by telephone and he is always been very helpful. When he discovered that I had left my magnetic door signs for the car in the Ranchero, in California, he loaned me his set. I will mail them back at the end of the trip.<br />
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After a great breakfast, Mark enlightened Linda and I about the Yellowstone Trail through Wisconsin. He also provided us with some publications which are available in Wisconsin and which gave detailed information about the trail in this state. This will be a great help as I do not have nearly as much information concerning the Yellowstone Trail as I have for the Lincoln Highway.</div>
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This was the first time I met Mark in person, but I felt like we were old friends. Mark's father owned the Yellowstone garage in North Fond du Lac, Wisconsin. Mark grew up working in the garage alongside his dad. His dad encouraged him to go to college and Mark decided that was pretty good advice. Mark eventually earned a Masters degree and taught vocational education at the college level. After that he went to work for an engineering company for the rest of his career. Every summer Mark takes a long road trip, usually on the Yellowstone Trail, and he is very knowledgeable about the trail. </div>
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After breakfast we made our farewells and then Linda and I continued north along the Yellowstone Trail on the shores of Lake Michigan. We viewed some of the Lakeside mansions in Kenosha and Racine. Kenosha was an automobile town. Most recently, Chrysler had a plant here which they acquired along with American Motors who made Rambler. American Motors came about from a merger of Nash and Hudson. Nash was once the Jeffery Motor Company. Now it is all gone.<br />
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From Kenosha, we drove to Racine, Wisconsin. In Racine we looked at the statue of President and Mrs. Lincoln. This is the only statue of Mary Todd Lincoln known to exist. She had visited Racine in 1867 to check out schools for son Tad. She must have made a good impression.<br />
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In Milwaukee we viewed the Basilica of St. Josaphat and also got a look at the world's largest 4-sided clock tower.<br />
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From Milwaukee we continued on the Yellowstone Trail to Fond du Lac and North Fond du Lac, Wisconsin. In North Fond du Lac we viewed the Yellowstone garage were Mark Mowbray once worked with his father.<br />
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Main Street, Oshkosh, Wi.</div>
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Oshkosh is known for more than bib overalls and children's clothes. It was also a great dairy distribution point. Products from Oshkosh were shipped from the Great Lakes to points all over the United States.</div>
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After Oshkosh we proceeded west. We diverted from the Yellowstone Trail and drove up to the small town of Hortonville to have dinner at Charlie's diner. <br />
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This diner was featured in a recent article in American Road Magazine. After dinner we continued driving west until we reached the town of Marshfield, where we spent the night.</div>
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<br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-39230449633738978692017-07-07T06:26:00.000-07:002017-07-08T19:05:52.136-07:00(43) The Country and the City and many miles in between...<b><br /></b>
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<b>Cleveland Ohio through Chicago</b><br />
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Yesterday, we began our day near Cleveland Ohio. We finished in a motel in Illinois within a few yards of Wisconsin. We covered many miles and I broke a few of the rules that I established before starting this trip. The first rule broken had to do with the miles covered. This was to be a trip that was more about seeing things along forgotten highways than it was a trip about covering distance.<br />
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However, conditions were such that the time seemed ripe for putting a extra miles on the odometer. In addition some of the cities we found ourselves traveling through simply did not seem that interesting. Finally, road conditions would not cooperate. At one point in Ohio, as we approached Indiana we were detoured 20 miles to the east, then south before we were able to cross into Indiana. This put us on the Interstate 20 or 30 miles away from the Yellowstone Trail.<br />
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A second rule that I broke that is probably related to the first broken rule, we drove long hours. That's necessary when you're covering a lot of miles. We began the day about 7:30 in the morning. We ended the day at about 7 o'clock at night. It was over twelve hours if you count the time change. We are also staying in a motel again, partly because we cannot find a suitable campsite and also because we're tired.</div>
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A third rule that was broken was that we drove through the heart of a big city (Chicago) during rush hour. We had originally planned to skirt around Chicago just as we had skirted around Buffalo, Erie and Cleveland. But skirting around Chicago at a distance to avoid the Chicago traffic would have meant a much larger detour. In addition, I put Chicago in a different category than Buffalo or Erie. I really didn't want to miss it. I also forgot that Chicago is on central rather than Eastern time. I really thought we were entering the city 6:30 rather than 5:30. In any event, we made it and peered through our windows at the sights. At least now most of the big cities and the horrific traffic are behind us.<br />
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One of the things we noticed was that many of the midsize cities which are experiencing rapid growth look much the same. They have the same stores in the same strip malls and the stores within those malls are in the same order. This is happening to Boise as well. The identity of the cities is being lost through a process of homogenization. This homogenization doesn't appeal to me. I travel and tour in order to see new things.<br />
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The outskirts of Fort Wayne look a lot like the outskirts of any number of other Midwestern towns, and all of them look very much like our hometown of Boise, Idaho. What always seems strange about these places is that the mayors and the chambers of commerce are forever putting out press releases about what a unique city they have. This is done while the leaders of those cities themselves are working feverishly to make their city look just like one of a hundred other cities. Along the way they pick up the same problems, the same crime and the same traffic.<br />
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In Indiana we found ourselves back on the Lincoln Highway, in Fort Wayne and again in Valparaiso. In between, the Yellowstone traveled south of the Lincoln. This is unusual, because in most places the Yellowstone is the northern route. The Lincoln travels a little south through the heart of the country.</div>
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The Yellowstone Trail Organization has a terrific online map. It routed us on or very close to the original Yellowstone Trail. This took us right through quiet neighborhoods, and even through the heart of Chicago! Most of the time the places we drove through had changed very much. Other times they had changed very little. It was all interesting to observe.</div>
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I've talked a lot about the big cities in the traffic, but these Yellowstone Trail maps have also routed us through some beautiful countryside and some terrific small towns and even some great medium-sized towns.<br />
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We were able to see the headquarters of the Ohio Art Company, where they used to make Etch-a-Sketch. Another observation is the passage of time. When you consider that our drive across Nevada was in a blizzard and that even in Pennsylvania when we were heading east we observed the new crops coming up, we now are observing the harvesting of wheat. We realize that we've been on the road quite a long time.<br />
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Today we will continue into Wisconsin and then head west towards Minnesota. I'm hoping to slow down more and to view what I think will be the heart of the territory traversed by an old named highway.</div>
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Today we awoke just outside of Syracuse, New York. I decided to skip driving into some of these large cities of the Northeast because I'm a trafficaphobe. I tell myself that there is little in these big cities that resembles the way they appeared in 1912 through 1927; which is when they would have been part of the Yellowstone Trail or Lincoln Highway. Since I've never really gone into these cities, I don't know if my assumption is correct or not. In any event we skirted the big cities of New York, Pennsylvania and Ohio.</div>
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I have quite a few antique postcards, however, and I've decided to include some here. The postcards represent the Lincoln Highway and the Yellowstone Trail that I am searching for. There are only shadows of the two highways that remain. I enjoy seeing the shadows, but I've really set myself up for disappointment as what I want to see is the scenes in the tinted postcards come to life. Since I couldn't take photos of cities I didn't visit, I've provided copies of a few old postcards at the end of this journal entry.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Barn in Central New York, along The Yellowstone Trail</td></tr>
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We proceeded west from Syracuse through the rolling countryside of New York. This does resemble how it would have appeared in the early part of the 20th century. Not all of the East is urban. Not all of it is excessively crowded. We enjoyed a pleasant drive through the country today.</div>
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After getting past Syracuse we entered the Finger Lakes region of New York State.</div>
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We also drove past some beautiful homes that lined US Highway 20 and State Route 5 which alternate in representing the Yellowstone Trail in New York State. <br />
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We admired the Federalist style of homes that dated from the 1840s and 1850s. We also were captivated by the picturesque towns along the route. We sought to take pictures which would do them justice. That eluded us.<br />
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We came to Waterloo New York which is the birthplace of Memorial Day. Waterloo became the first city to recognize Memorial day, or Decoration Day as it was initially called.<br />
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Both the North and the South, very early on, sought to recognize their Civil War dead. It was in Waterloo, however, where there was truly an organized effort for an entire town to remember its war dead. The date chosen was May 30. Waterloo's effort was later recognized in a congressional resolution as well as a bill signed by President Johnson in the 1960s.</div>
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This brought us to the city of East Aurora New York. While driving through East Aurora we recognized the Roycroft Inn.<br />
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Roycroft artisans, like Gustav Stickley, were prominent in the Arts and Crafts movement of the early 20th century. The entire Arts and Crafts movement was a reaction to the opulent styles of the Victorian era with all their decoration and excess. The Roycroft movement was led by Elbert Hubbard who, like Stickley, urged his followers to adopt a more simple and natural lifestyle.<br />
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After leaving East Aurora we proceeded west towards Lake Erie. We stayed on State Highway 5 and drove along the shore of Lake Erie through the city of Dunkirk, New York.</div>
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This technically was not the Yellowstone Trail. But it was nice to get a good clear view of Lake Erie and the weather favored us.</div>
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We got back on Highway 20 and proceeded west into the tip (only 40 miles wide) of Pennsylvania and then Ohio. When we reached Ohio, we left the US and State highways for the interstate. We recognize that we were cheating, but there really wasn't a lot to see here. We decided it would be better to make time and to use the time saved in the Midwest which is the heart of Yellowstone Trail country just as the Midwest and Pennsylvania is the heart of the Lincoln Highway.</div>
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</b>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-49602428483050248242017-07-05T02:47:00.000-07:002019-09-10T20:10:19.382-07:00(41) The Road West<br />
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<b>Taunton Massachusetts</b> <b>to Syracuse New York</b><br />
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<b>Our time with Wally and Georgia was a respite we desperately needed. As much as our trailer needed maintenance, we needed rest and quiet. We found that in Taunton. </b><br />
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<b>We decided to leave on July 4th, not because we necessarily wanted to but because we need to start heading home and I need to get to California to retrieve the Ranchero. Wally and Georgia have been gracious hosts.</b><br />
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<b>As we left Taunton we stopped at the milk bottle restaurant. I don't know if that's what it is called, but that's what it looks like to me. It is a giant milk bottle that is a wonderful piece of roadside kitsch and is actually a bit of roadside sculpture that needs to be appreciated more than it is. It appears to be built of wood. Wood strips laid on a vertical plane and bending around the contours of the milk bottle. Apparently it was at one time a restaurant, or a dairy, or a dairy's restaurant. I don't know which. But I certainly got a kick out of it.</b><br />
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<b>From Taunton we drove to the Wayside Inn in Sudbury, Massachusetts. It is now called Longfellow's Wayside Inn and is the oldest operating inn in the country; since 1716. George Washington passed by the Wayside Inn on his way to take command of the Continental Army in 1775. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was known to frequent the Inn. Apparently its significance was such that Henry Ford purchased the inn. He had hoped to develop it into a historically oriented village and museum. Mr. Ford eventually opened a historic village and museum, but in Dearborn, MI. Henry Ford appreciated history even as he said it was "bunk". </b><br />
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<b>After stopping at the Wayside Inn, Linda and I traveled to Wilbraham Massachusetts to visit my niece Rachel, her husband Ian and their two girls, Piper and Allison. </b><br />
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<b>We stopped at a historic Dunkin' Donuts store in Wilbraham. Dunkin' Donuts are an icon in the Northeast. It was apt that we should visit with Rachel and her family a Dunkin' Donuts store along the Boston Post Road.</b><br />
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<b>Our visit was far too short. It's been a while since I've seen Rachel and our short visit made me remember how much I enjoyed spending time with Rachel and her family. That has been the story with much of this journey. This is been a long vacation by anyone's standard. But I feel that I could spend as much time as I've spent on this entire vacation in any one locale. I have the nagging feeling that I'm shortchanging much of the history of this region as well as shortchanging the amount of time I'd like to spend with family and friends.</b><b><br /></b><br />
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<b>The Berkshires are not a great mountain range by Western standards, but their rugged rocky face frustrated this nation's best engineers and slowed the westward movement of this country, at least for a short time.</b> <b>I have to confess that I've always been fascinated by the eastern forest. The mixture of deciduous trees and evergreens is a beautiful combination. </b><br />
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<b>This was on display in abundance in the Berkshires. It is rugged, yet beautiful country. I wish I had more time to spend here.</b><br />
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<b>Dave, the curator of the museum opened up for us and gave us a tour. There was an old wooden caboose, and displays featuring much of the history of railroading through the Berkshires. </b><b>Once again I regretted that I did not have more time. </b><b>It really is a significant museum of railroad history. </b><br />
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<b>After Chester came the town of Stockbridge. It is where </b><b>Norman Rockwell has his museum. Although we didn't make the tour, we had fond memories of his "Main Street America Life." </b><br />
<b></b><b>Next came Pittsfield. I loved the lake on the outskirts Pittsfield. It did not look that different from an old postcard scene that I have.</b><br />
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<b>We negotiated the streets of Albany, only becoming lost only once. </b><br />
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<b>"A Good Road from Plymouth Rock To Puget Sound"</b><br />
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<b>The Yellowstone Trail</b><br />
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We are returning west on the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellowstone_Trail">Yellowstone Trail</a>. The <a href="http://www.yellowstonetrail.org/">Yellowstone Trail</a> is also a <a href="http://afordonthelincoln.blogspot.com/2017/01/3-thumbnail-history-of-american-highways.html">named highway</a> that dates from 1912. However, it did not begin as a transcontinental trail. I'm sure that the organizers were dreaming of a transcontinental road, but they decided to do it in segments rather than as a grand Highway spanning the continent. It began in South Dakota, the brainchild of Joe Parmley. It did not have the substantial backing of the automobile industry as did the Lincoln Highway. But it has an equally colorful, if difficult to find, history. The history of named highways is always interesting. In the case of the Yellowstone it makes for particularly fun reading.<br />
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The organizers of the Yellowstone Trail were not given to using superlatives. Surely if the Yellowstone Trail were organized today the motto would be far grander than simply "A Good Road from Plymouth Rock to Puget Sound". At a minimum they would now say that it was "a grand road from Plymouth Rock to Puget Sound" perhaps "an excellent road". But in the early twentieth century individuals were not given to the overuse of superlatives as we are today. This was true particularly of Midwesterners. For them it was sufficient to have a "good Road". In addition, it must be remembered that this was the age of the "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_Roads_Movement">Good Roads Movement</a>". The term "Good Road" was readily understood. In addition it suited <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J.W._Parmley">Joe Parmley</a> and the other organizers of the Yellowstone Trail. They were sober, hard-working farmers. <br />
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<b>Plymouth Massachusetts </b><br />
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We began our Yellowstone Trail journey yesterday in Plymouth Massachusetts. We Traveled there to visit Plymouth Rock. Although my research prepared me for a little disappointment in terms of the size Plymouth Rock it was still surprised to see how small it is. I remember as a child watching a CBS show with my father called: "The Twentieth Century". The show sponsored by Prudential Insurance Company, whose logo featured the Rock of Gibraltar. One night I remember asking my dad if that big rock was Plymouth Rock. My dad chuckled and told me that it was not. In my mind, Plymouth Rock had to be at least as grand as the Rock of Gibraltar.<br />
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When I saw the first picture of Plymouth Rock I realized it was relatively small. When I saw it in person, I discovered that it is even smaller. Many people have larger landscaping stones in their gardens. None of this diminishes the importance of Plymouth Rock in our nation's history. Plymouth is the oldest continuously occupied English-speaking settlement in America. The Mayflower Compact is one of the oldest of written constitutions. The Rock was exciting to see, but like Linda's first engagement ring, its size belied its significance.<br />
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We also hiked around the old town Plymouth and visited many of the historic sites. These included Jenny Gristmill, the statue of Massasoit, and Memorial to the Pilgrim fathers died that first terrible winter. Some of the buildings we viewed are reconstructions, others are original.<br />
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We returned to Taunton for some more sight seeing, and for a good night sleep. Taunton, until very recently was home to Reed and Barton Silversmiths. Sadly, Reed and Barton is bankrupt. <br />
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The Taunton Green is very picturesque and a pleasant place to pass the time.<br />
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In the morning, we also performed some needed maintenance on the Mustang and the trailer. Wheel bearings on the trailer were checked, grease was added and both the mechanic and I were satisfied that the 8 inch wheels are still spinning freely. Sadly one of the hubcaps on the trailer was a casualty of the first half our trip and the abysmal conditions of the highways in the Northeast.<br />
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Tomorrow, July 4, we begin our journey west. That seems somehow fitting. We hope to get as far as Western Massachusetts and perhaps even Eastern New York State. I've been assured that the roads will not be as crowded and that they should be in better condition than what we have recently experienced. I hope you'll stay along for the ride.<br />
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We awoke on July 1 at about 5:15 AM. We were eagerly anticipating our day and we were anxious to get underway, ahead of the crowds. We were happy that we had not been asked to leave the park at midnight and we assumed that the Governor and the Legislature had worked out a compromise that allowed the government to continue in New Jersey and us to get a nights sleep.<br />
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The parks employee, Scott, met us at the main gate and discovered that whoever had sabotaged the first lock had done a thorough job as a padlock on the main gate was glued shut as well.<br />
At this stage, Johnny's words came back to me: "You skwewed!" <br />
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Scott ran to the maintenance shop and came back with a large pair of bolt cutters. The lock was cut off and we were on our way after only a short delay.<br />
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The night before we had programmed 42nd and Broadway into the GPS. We were guided over a spaghetti maze of freeway to the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. After passing through the Lincoln Tunnel we emerged in New York City.<br />
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We made our way to Times Square. I was glad we had taken the top down as it facilitated Linda being able to take pictures of downtown Manhattan. While the freeways which took us to New York were a little hairy, I have to say that driving in New York City at 7:00 am on a Saturday morning was no problem at all. The streets were not empty, but they were not what I would call crowded either.<br />
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But there was a little more sightseeing to do. We drove to Morris Plains, New Jersey to visit the Stickley Farm and Museum. We got there too early for a tour, but Linda and I were able to walk the grounds and peeked through the windows. (The first tour was not until 12:15.)<br />
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In 1911Gustav Stickley wanted to be remembered as more than just a furniture designer and home designer. He wanted to be the head of the movement that would change the way Americans lived. Basically, the movement was one to simplify people's lives. It was kind of a forerunner of the back to nature movements of the 1970's. Stickley's furniture and his home designs were first-rate. He used quality materials. He didn't count on others following his lead with cheap knockoffs. He also didn't count on the changing fashion. Stickley Farms was sold at a bankruptcy auction within ten years.<br />
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After leaving Stickley Farms we made our way to Taunton Massachusetts to stay with our son-in law's aunt and uncle, Wally and Georgia. Wally and Georgia are the exceptional New Englanders; that is they like to travel. I have a distant relative from Maine who told me that even though he was over 90 years old he had never been west of the Mississippi. I know other Mainers who seldom travel south or west of Boston. I could never understand this. After driving to Taunton, I now get it. I have never been on such crowded highways in such poor condition as I experienced in the Northeast. If I lived in New York, New Jersey or Massachusetts I might give up auto travel as well!<br />
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Linda and I will be taking a few days off and performing some much needed maintenance to the car and trailer, laundry, and re-arranging of the car (Linda's Fiesta Ware finds), before we start heading west on the Yellowstone Trail. It has been a great adventure, one that I would not trade for the world.Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-84709090910839853302017-06-30T15:51:00.001-07:002017-06-30T16:45:34.878-07:00(38) Sleeping (We Hope) within sight of our goal.<b>June 30, 2017</b><br />
<b>A Pleasant Ride in the Country</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John, our driver and tour guide shows us a little of the Pennsylvania countryside</td></tr>
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Today we left our campground by 7:30 and headed into town for breakfast. As we packed and folded up the tent trailer I chuckled to myself that here we had the worst of both worlds. We had the smell of the horses from the Amish farm adjacent to the campground and we had the traffic sound from US Highway 30. I don't mean that to sound as bad as it does, it really was a nice campsite.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Campsite which looked onto a cornfield in Amish Country</td></tr>
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But it's amazing how the sound of the traffic travels spoils and otherwise splendid scene. As for the smell of the farm, that's to be expected.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bird in Hand, Pa.</td></tr>
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We had breakfast and then headed for the town of "Bird in Hand" where we took a wagon ride to an Amish farm and received a tour. John, our guide and teamster gave a nice tour and was very capable and an expert with the horses.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hardware store, perhaps the oldest in America.</td></tr>
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When we noticed the alfalfa was harvested wet and in rolls I asked John how that was accomplished without modern machinery. John explained that the Amish have relaxed some of their rules with respect to machinery in order to help keep Amish working on the farm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">High Tech Amish Solar Powered Clothes Dryer</td></tr>
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The farm was very neat and orderly. The cows looked contented. All in all, it was a very interesting visit.<br />
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We then got on the highway and headed for New Jersey. We travelled through Trenton, then stopped at the Edison Museum in Edison Township, New Jersey.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last Night before hitting New York City!</td></tr>
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We are within 30 miles of New York City. I guess you could say that we are sleeping within sight of the city, if only I knew which way to look. Actually, our view was obstructed by the thick forest here at the park. Tonight we will sleep with most of our belongings packed so that we can break camp in a hurry. It is our plan to leave the campsite by 6:30 AM. We will then drive into New York City and see Times Square. Then, I want to get the heck out of there!<br />
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When we checked in to the campground we were told that if the New Jersey legislature does not pass a budget for the next fiscal year by midnight, that the state will run out of money and that we will be asked to leave the campground regardless of the hour. We were told that we could apply for a refund should this potentiality become a reality. Maybe we will get an even earlier start for the city.<br />
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Sleep well!Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-87737553786574820052017-06-30T03:34:00.000-07:002017-06-30T03:34:52.163-07:00(37) Highway of History, Part 2<b>June 29 2017</b><br />
<b>Highway of History, Part 2</b><br />
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This morning, we left the Lincoln Court Motel in in Manns Choice Pennsylvania and proceeded east. We quickly found ourselves in some very mountainous country with twisting roads. Though the driving was tough, the scenery was spectacular. As we went through Bedford and Everett I remembered that I had some postcards of this country produced during the early days of motoring.<br />
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In some ways the scenery had changed very much, but in other essential ways not so much. The terrain was recognizable even if the roadway and businesses were not.<br />
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We kept driving east through Chambersburg and made a stop in Gettysburg. The country we are passing through is rich in history. I am mindful of the fact that we are not doing it justice. We passed many towns rich in colonial history, Revolutionary War history, Whiskey Rebellion history and, in the case of Gettysburg, Civil War history. At least I know that I will be back here again in the next couple of years and will visit many of the sites in more detail.<br />
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In Gettysburg we drove through the battlefield. Last fall my brothers and I did a more extensive tour the battlefield with an audio tour CD to guide us. I would highly recommend buying that audio tour CD to anyone planning to drive through Gettysburg.<br />
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From Gettysburg we drove the Lincoln Highway to York and then on to Hallam to see the Haines Shoe House. <br />
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The Haines shoe house was the creation of Mahalon Haines who had a chain of shoe stores on the East Coast and was the self-proclaimed shoe wizard. Haines himself never lived in the house, he reserved it for his guests. Many times he would allow young honeymooning couples to stay in the house and would provide them with a driver and a maid, all at no cost.<br />
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Haines, it seems, was a very generous and good man and in his estate provided for the Boy Scouts, the Girl Scouts and his church. When he left this world he had done much good.<br />
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We are spending the night in a campground in Gordonville Pennsylvania. Tomorrow, we plan to tour the surrounding area and then make our way to New Jersey. We have reservations at a County campground approximately forty-five minutes from New York City. We have the reservation for two nights and if we don't make it by tomorrow night, we will surely make it by Saturday night. We are considering going into the city early Saturday morning or early Sunday morning when there will not be much traffic. If we can't get into the city when the traffic is light, we will abandon that part of our journey.<br />
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<br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-77841705963951187492017-06-29T07:27:00.000-07:002019-02-20T13:44:36.873-08:00(36) A Highway of History<b>Tuesday June 27</b><br />
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<b>I was relieved that it did not take us long to find the highway from Beaver Creek State Park as I worried it might. It turned out we had taken the long, long and winding way around from the city of Lisbon. In the morning, I could hear traffic from the highway and it appeared that the road passing by the campground travelled in the direction of the sound. </b><br />
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</b><b>After enjoying a cup of coffee at our campsite and taking in our spectacular surroundings we broke camp and drove towards the sound which quickly brought us to Ohio Route 7 which took us to the Lincoln Highway. Once on the Lincoln, it was a simple matter to drive to East Liverpool, Ohio.</b><br />
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<b>East Liverpool was once the pottery capital of America. We were overwhelmed by its rich architectural history. It was obvious that East Liverpool had enjoyed an extended period of prosperity. Sadly that period had long passed and while the architecture was still beautiful it was clear that it was now experiencing a long period of neglect and decay. Still it didn't take much to imagine what this grand city must have looked like in its heyday.</b></div>
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<b>Very near to where we parked our car we came upon the Sturgis house. The Sturgis house is a beautiful structure which in its past had served as a funeral parlor. In October, 1934 the owner of the funeral parlor, Mr. Dawson, was brought the body of the gangster Pretty Boy Floyd. In our travels through the Midwest and into the East on the Lincoln Highway we have come across many sites where gangland activity of the 1920s and 1930s is in evidence. In Iowa we learned the bootleggers. In Indiana and Illinois we heard about the gangsters of the 1920s and the 1930s. Today we came across it again in East Liverpool.</b></div>
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<b>After walking through downtown East Liverpool, we left town, crossing the Ohio River on the Newell Bridge to West Virginia. I had just been thinking were making good time. Actually, we were on schedule. We came across the Newell Bridge a</b><b>nd turned right to go to the factory where they make Fiesta Ware. That is where we got off schedule. The Homer Laughlin Co. includes the old factory buildings, the factory outlet store and a backroom of "seconds" has outstanding deals. </b><b></b><br />
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<b>What took me ten minutes to take in, took Linda a considerably longer period of time. I spent the rest of the morning in the car watching Fiesta Ware dispose of dishes that did not meet the high standards of the Homer Laughlin Company. </b><br />
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<b>From the Fiesta Ware factory we drove to Chester, West Virginia to view the world's largest teapot. As I finished snapping the picture and was re-crossing the street a car from Texas stopped and the driver told me I was a sucker. He said that the teapot in Chester was not the world's largest. That the world's largest teapot was in, where else, Texas. The huge teapot honors the pottery industry of this area. It is the rich deposits of local clay and the Ohio River to transport their goods that created this pottery industry here.</b></div>
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<b>From Chester we made our way towards Pittsburgh. Navigating Pittsburgh traffic was not fun for me. I understand some easterners dread driving across the western deserts. I dread traffic and crowded cities. After the passage of a considerable amount of time we emerged from the Pittsburgh congestion and continued our trip across Pennsylvania.</b><br />
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<b>We drove south of the Lincoln Highway near Shanksville Pennsylvania to view the memorial Flight 93. On September 11, 2001 some brave passengers on Flight 93 stormed the cockpit where hijackers had taken over the controls of the plane. The airplane crashed in the Pennsylvania Hills saving many lives and probably the White House. The visit to the memorial was a sobering moment that hit me much harder than I thought it would.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b> I am thankful that our country possesses brave and exceptional people such as the passengers who stormed the cockpit of flight 93. But I always find myself wondering why we have to lose such good and exceptional people to eliminate such very bad people.</b><br />
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<b>We drove from the memorial to Mann's Choice, Pa. On the way, we passed the ruins of the Ship Hotel</b><br />
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<b>27 June, 2017</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Original Brick pavement between East Canton, Ohio and Robertsville Ohio</td></tr>
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enthusiast who spends much of his time chasing trains, particularly steam trains, from crossing to crossing and taking pictures. The phrase comes from the fact the train enthusiasts become so excited they practically foam at the mouth. I don't think of myself as a "Foamer" when it comes to trains, but today Linda and I <br />
became "Foamers" in chasing old alignments and old bits of pavement of the early Lincoln Highway.<br />
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</b> Today we awoke to a bright beautiful morning in Blue Lakes, Indiana. Then we began our routine of breaking camp. Although having the tent trailer makes things easier than camping out of the trunk of one's car, the small size of our tent trailer means that there is a place for everything and that<br />
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everything must go in its place. It's like assembling a puzzle every morning before getting on the road.<br />
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Before heading into Fort Wayne we stopped for breakfast and I took some pictures of an old drive in. Then, we hit the road. and headed for Fort Wayne. <br />
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<b></b>Fort Wayne is a bigger city than I thought it would be. In addition, there was lots of construction. We maneuvered around the construction and found our way to the Harrison Street bridge which dates from 1915 and was part of the Lincoln Highway.<br />
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We took a few pictures of the bridge and of buildings in the downtown core. Then we started east. Today we saw a number of old commercial signs which added a lot of interest to our road trip.<br />
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<b></b>Soon we crossed into Ohio and said farewell to Indiana. Our first stop in Ohio was the city of Van Wert. Van Wert is a beautifully restored Lincoln Highway city. The postcard below mentions sleeping in the Nash the night before. Nash automobiles had seats that fully reclined to make into a bed. For this reason, a Nash was a favorite amongst travelling salesmen and travelers. It also explains why fathers of the 1950's would not let their daughters date a boy who drove a Nash!<br />
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Postcard for Tourotel near Van Wert, note on the back </div>
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Although it was a little early, we stopped for a root beer float at the B and K drive in. Brianna and Shirley took care of us. They answered questions about the diner and told us that it had been in business for sixty-two years.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Briana and Shirley, our B&K Root Beer Hostesses</td></tr>
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Welcome sign for Van Wert, Ohio</div>
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B&K Root Beer sign</div>
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in Van Wert</div>
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In downtown Van Wert we admired some of the buildings including Balyeat's diner, which is now the Bistro 133 and the Marsh Hotel. Van Wert had great signage and was very well restored. There is a lot of Lincoln Highway pride showing in this city.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Courthouse in Van Wert</td></tr>
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Signs of the past on</div>
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<b>Chasing the Lincoln</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chasing the Lincoln between East Canton and Robertsville</td></tr>
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<b></b>We spent much of the rest of the day chasing the remnants of old alignments of the Lincoln Highway. Between East Canton and Robertsville we hunted for sections of brick pavement and other loops of old alignment. We were able to do this because through much of Ohio we were able to drive quickly on new Highway 30.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Massillon Ohio</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robertsville, an all American town, is ready for the 4th of July.</td></tr>
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<b>Lisbon, Ohio</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First gas Station in Lisbon Ohio</td></tr>
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After Robertsville we entered the city of Lisbon, Ohio. We had dinner at the Steel Trolley Diner<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The clock says it's "Time to Eat" at the Steel Trolley Diner</td></tr>
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where Felicia waited on us and Melissa fixed us an award-winning Bourbon Bayou hamburger.<br />
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Melissa (Cook) and Felicia (waitress)</div>
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It is one of the best hamburgers we have ever had. I also enjoyed the French fries with vinegar which Felicia informed me was the way French fries are served in many parts of Ohio.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interior of the Steel Trolley Diner</td></tr>
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The Steel Trolley Diner was built in 1954 in Elizabeth, New Jersey. It stood for many years in Salem Ohio from where it was moved to Lisbon. Lisbon is the oldest city in Ohio. It was founded in 1803. We played a couple of songs on the jukebox, including "New York, New York" and "It All Depends on Linda". The latter song seems particularly appropriate for our trip, as Linda spends so much of her day checking and rechecking our course and answering my questions about how far we've traveled and how far it is to the next town. My questions are a variation on the question children ask: "Are we there yet?" Thank you Linda!<br />
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We quickly left Lisbon and found the campsite at Beaver Creek State Park. It is another beautiful State Park. The ground was a little uneven, but our little tent trailer is able to adjust to that and we will sleep on level beds.<br />
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Tomorrow we will leave here and assuming we can find our way back from this wilderness and winding back roads to The Lincoln Highway, we will head for Pennsylvania.Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-85967240034068897322017-06-26T20:06:00.000-07:002017-06-27T05:01:18.285-07:00(34) A day at the Museums<b>(34) June 26, 2017 - A day at the Museums</b><br />
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Tonight it is back to camping. Perhaps a shot of inspiration at the RV and Motorhome museum in Elkhart, Indiana was all we needed. Whatever it was, it's good to be back in the tent trailer. Linda slept well in the motel, but me, not so much. This seems like an interesting swap as originally I was the thought we be staying in motels every night. I guess I acclimated sleeping beneath the canvas roof.</div>
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<b></b>From Merrillville, Indiana where we spent the night we first drove through La Porte and then on to South Bend. <br />
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At South Bend I toured the Studebaker Museum while Linda walked the grounds of the adjacent Oliver mansion. Linda enjoyed looking at the Oliver mansion and I enjoyed looking at the Studebaker displays.<br />
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Studebaker has a long and proud history. Studebaker began by making wagons in the nineteenth century. <br />
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The company then shifted to the production of electric cars and then cars powered by internal combustion engines. Studebaker was never as big as General Motors, Ford or Chrysler but they certainly were a player. It's sad that such a proud name has gone by the wayside.<br />
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It's easy to play "what if" with Studebaker and the other independent automakers. I don't know if Studebaker could have survived had conditions and circumstances played out differently, but perhaps it could have. The big three automakers required their dealers in the 1950s to exclusively carry one product. In other words a Ford dealer could only sell Fords. A Chevrolet dealer could only sell Chevrolets and so on. The smaller independents could not survive with independent dealerships. There was a market for the independents, but not a sufficient market to support dealership networks. Had the big three or the big four allowed their dealers to carry independents and dealers might have been able to make money off of carrying the smaller independents as a secondary line. Like I said, it's easy to play what if.<br />
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<b></b>After South Bend we traveled to Elkhart to tour the RV Museum. The museum displayed both modern RVs, and early RVs. Linda and I were both surprised to see that the museum displays of tent trailers looked much like the tent trailer that we are sleeping in every night. Perhaps ours belongs in a museum as well. I guess I'm just stuck in the past. At least I'm stuck in the 50's and 60's and not in the 70's where shag carpeting and harvest gold decorated the interiors of motorhomes.<br />
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<b></b>From South Bend we traveled to Goshen, Indiana. We looked at the street of downtown Goshen and compared it to the image on an antique postcard that we have. We also looked at the police booth that was designed to protect the city against gangsters. While this may sound like an overreaction, it was not. Indiana was close to Chicago and there were many brutal and vicious bank robberies of banks in Indiana. The city fathers of Goshen installed the police booth to protect the two banks in the city. Later, after the threat of gangsters had passed the police booth provided a convenient police presence downtown.<br />
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The Olympia Candy Kitchen in downtown Goshen has provided premium dipped chocolate candy since 1912. Olympia provided chocolate turtles to two presidential Inaugurals. The candy kitchen and soda fountain are maintained in much the way they looked in the early twentieth century. Cade, was behind the counter and prepared Linda a hot fudge sundae, and me a milkshake. He has been working there for approximately two years. I'm sure that he will go on to bigger and better things after he graduates from high school. He sure made us feel welcome.<br />
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From Goshen we proceeded to our campsite in Blue Lakes, Indiana. This was a commercial campground. It was nice, but I continue to be amazed at the diversity of ways that people enjoy camping. Here people have moved in for the summer. The campground was similar in appearance to a village of summer cottages. Some of the RVs were surrounded by grass, outdoor barbecues, outdoor eating areas as well as drinking areas. I was intrigued, I'm sure that this goes on in Idaho and other places, but I'd not seen it before.<br />
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<br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-91655242438622588832017-06-26T04:32:00.000-07:002019-02-20T13:31:07.449-08:00(33) The Lazy (and frugal) Man's Guide to Navigating the Lincoln Highway<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b>The Lazy man's Guide to Navigating the Lincoln Highway</b><br />
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In college I majored in history and political science. I also took a smattering of philosophy courses. I guess that's why I became a lawyer, what else could I do? One of the philosophy courses that I took had as assigned reading a little book entitled: <u>The Lazy Man's Guide to Enlightenment.</u> I don't recall learning much from the course, and I think I even got less out of the book, but the title always stuck with me. That title came back to me today as Linda and I navigating the Lincoln Highway out of Iowa and across Illinois.</div>
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For me, navigating an old road can be hard work. I could not do it without my wife's help. But even with Linda's able assistance, navigation has often proved a challenge. I've happened on using the GPS in such a way that it keeps me off of the interstates, and close to the alignments of Highway 30 and the Lincoln Highway. The first thing I do is set my GPS to avoid toll roads. I then plot a course from where I am (that's always a good place to start) to my next stop. Usually I don't want to travel much more than 30 to 90 miles in a segment. When I look at the course that the GPS has plotted, I find that it invariably keeps me off the interstates and usually keeps me on or very close to the Lincoln. At the times where my course deviates from the Lincoln Highway, it does not deviate much and, whats more, it follows roads that are much like what the Lincoln Highway must have looked like in the 1920's. This "lazy man's" approach worked splendidly for us today. When we finish a segment, we plot our next stop and so on. If the<br />
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Last night the trains returned in the middle of the night. One passed by at 2:15 AM and another at 4 AM. At least the third waited until the decent hour of 6:30 AM before deciding to wake us.</div>
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Nonetheless, we enjoyed the campsite and the beautiful scenery. The Mississippi in the morning was a sight to behold. While I could have done without some of the bugs, that was a small price to pay.</div>
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We had breakfast at a café in Clinton, Iowa. It seemed to be a place where the locals congregate and we were soon recognized as outsiders. This is not a bad thing in the Midwest, because Midwesterners are very welcoming and immediately wanted to know where we were from and where we were going and how they could help.</div>
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I struck up a conversation with Wayne at the next table. Wayne told me how his grandfather had traveled the Lincoln in a Model T and by camping. When Wayne learned that Linda and I had started out from California, and in particular that we had spent the night at Donner Lake, he told me that he had been to Truckee, California the year before for a class reunion. I asked Wayne what kind of class reunion this was and where he went to school? <br />
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I was surprised when Wayne told me that it was a high school reunion and that he had gone to a small high school near Clinton. apparently, there are less than a dozen people in Wayne's class, including 1 from Truckee. The classmate from Truckee raised the point that he was always travelling to Iowa, and that perhaps it was time the others travelled to California. All agreed and the next reunion was held in Truckee.<br />
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After breakfast, Linda and I stopped at a couple more places in Clinton to take photographs. I'm impressed by the substantial nature of these Midwestern towns. Everything is built to last and in most cases it has lasted.</div>
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<b></b>Our first city in Illinois was Fulton. We stopped at the visitor center in Fulton, which was a beautiful windmill. It is an accurate reproduction of German and Dutch windmills of the eighteenth and nineteenth century.</div>
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From Fulton it was on to Dixon, the hometown of President Ronald Wilson Reagan. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reagan's boyhood home</td></tr>
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The visitor center was closed, but it was fun to poke around the exterior bit. I read once that President Reagan worked as a lifeguard at a beach along the Rock River. The story I read credited him with saving 70 lives. I was always a bit skeptical of the story and thought maybe it was an exaggeration for political purposes. However, when I saw the Rock River, I can now see that there is a likelihood that there is more truth than exaggeration in the story. The Rock is a fast-moving and dangerous looking River. At least the part of it that flows through Dixon.<br />
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After we finished looking at the Reagan sites, we drove down to the river to pay a visit to another Lincoln statue. The statue was of young Abe at the time he served in the Black Hawk war.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A young Abe, ready to serve</td></tr>
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Before leaving Dixon, we passed under the Dixon arch. Many towns featured arches above the Lincoln Highway or other prominent highways. It's nice that the Dixon arch has survived, as has Reno arch and some others.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Restored Gas Station serving as a visitors center in Rochelle, Ill.</td></tr>
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From Franklin Grove we moved on to Rochelle, Illinois. There we viewed a 1919 gas station. After Rochelle we proceeded towards the city of Aurora, travelling through DeKalb. DeKalb features 1 of only 6 theatres named "Egyptian", since 1 of the other 6 is in our hometown of Boise, we needed to take a look. It was worth the stop.<br />
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Along the way we viewed additional Lincoln Highway murals. My friend Bob Cooper is from Aurora and he has always spoken glowingly of his hometown. I'm happy to report that there is no exaggeration of the city or its buildings. <br />
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We viewed a stone Roundhouse of the CB&Q Railroad which has been restored and has a number of businesses in. Unfortunately the information center did not have any maps showing us the way to Bob's boyhood home.<br />
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We next traveled to Joliet Illinois and saw the point at which the Lincoln Highway and Route 66 cross. Lincoln Highway aficionados can get sensitive about Route 66 because it has a catchier song, a television series and consequently has a greater presence in the popular psyche. When my brother-in-law heard that I was traveling across country he assumed that I would be traveling on Route 66. <br />
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We traveled through Chicago Heights before crossing into Indiana. At Chicago Heights we saw the point at which the Lincoln Highway and the Dixie Highway cross. The Dixie Highway was another inspired idea from Carl Fisher. It provided a road for snowbirds to use in traveling from the Midwest to Miami Beach, which incidentally, is another inspired idea of Carl Fisher's.<br />
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After crossing into Indiana I was happy that we were able to find, locate and stop at the Henry Osterman Memorial. Henry Osterman was the field secretary for the Lincoln Highway Association, later he became Vice President of the Lincoln Highway, Association. It was Henry Osterman, more than anyone in persuaded the Army to demonstrate its ability to move men, and equipment from the East Coast to the West Coast motor transport. </div>
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Osterman was a relatively young man at the time of his death. He had just married a young wife, who became a young widow. He dedicated his life to the highway and it is a shame that he lost it on the road that he loved.<br />
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We covered less than 200 miles today but there was much to see and it was a long day. Because we are tired were going to cheat a bit tonight and stay in a motel. I hope are not developing a bad habit.<br />
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<b></b><br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241790833722422628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461342030734052872.post-44115835210280601842017-06-25T06:23:00.000-07:002017-06-26T05:00:15.529-07:00(32) On the Banks of the Mighty Mississippi<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We are camping tonight on the banks of the Mighty Mississippi River. We are at a campground maintained Army Corps of Engineers the widest point of the Mississippi. I have only ever seen the Mississippi from the air, so this is quite a thrill for me. Tara and Dave, two campers we met as they were gathering wood for a fire told us that two or three weeks ago our campsite was underwater.<br />
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They also told us that this is the widest point on the Mississippi. The threat of flooding is long since passed and we thought we had the perfect campsite, then the train went by. It is very close to the campsite and I'm hoping that it will be the last one tonight.<br />
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This campground is more like the ones that Linda and I remember. Most of the people we encountered are talkative like Tara and Dave. All of the people we've met on this trip in campgrounds have been friendly, but this campground is a bit more social. Many of the other campgrounds are filled with large trailers and RVs which are self-contained and featured such amenities as satellite TV. Rather than having a campfire the owners of those RVs retire to the interior and watch satellite television. It's a great way to see the country, and sometimes I have to admit to feeling a little bit of jealousy. But... I don't think it's for me.<br />
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We left Denison this morning before seven thirty. We had dinner on the road and arrived here to set up camp. It was a long and eventful day, but a pleasant one.<br />
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We didn't attend the Lincoln Highway Association's annual membership meeting this morning as we wanted to get on the road moving east. We said our goodbyes last night at the banquet in this morning as we left the motel. This is our second Lincoln Highway conference we are beginning to get to know some of the people. I can see why many say that these conferences are a bit like family reunions. We enjoyed our time at the conference very much. I think the lesson to take from this meeting is that the old highways connected people. And in the case of the Lincoln Highway Association and the Yellowstone Trail Association as well as some of the other named highway associations, they are still connecting people.<br />
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We're continuing to travel on Highway 30 and avoiding the interstate. I'm finding myself a little more relaxed traveling like this. It is certainly more enjoyable. Our first stop after leaving Denison for the towns of West side and Carroll. <br />
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We stopped at those towns even though I saw them on one of the bus tours. Unfortunately the bus didn't stop the beautiful Chicago and Northwestern train station. So on the way out of town, I made a point to stop and take a picture of it. The bus tours were great, but for someone like me that needs photographs to help remember places we weren't given a lot of opportunity to take pictures. Trying to take a picture from a moving bus is difficult at best.<br />
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Traveling along Highway 30 I was able to see even more clearly one of the things pointed out during the bus tour. That was the fact that the original alignment of the Lincoln Highway followed section lines. The original Lincoln Highway was laid out on either a north-south or an east west line. This allowed utilization of section lines and did not require the condemnation of land. Of course, the right-of-way provided in the section lines was not adequate for automobiles. This soon became clear as did the danger of having a 90° turn every mile or quarter-mile. The later alignments of the Lincoln Highway and Highway 30 used eminent domain to condemn land so that the highway could run diagonally across the sections.<br />
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The state of Iowa has done a wonderful job of signing the Lincoln Highway By Way. Not only was Highway 30 marked as part of that Byway, but the old alignments which are usually gravel roads are also marked and signed. A driver can decide whether to follow the original alignments or the more modern alignment of Highway 30. Watching for the marked signs and using the map on my GPS gave me a very clear picture of how the old road would cross and re-cross Highway thirty. (Can you say distracted driver.)<br />
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<b>Birthplace of Mamie Eisenhower</b><br />
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In Boone, Iowa we stopped to see the birthplace of Mamie Eisenhower. It was a modest home and was furnished in either the original furnishings or correct furnishings. The docent, Dorothy was very knowledgeable about the house, about Boone and about the Doud family. Dorothy knew many of Mamie's relatives and can recall seeing Mamie Eisenhower in town with her Secret Service protection. In the garage was an old Chrysler Windsor which the Eisenhower's had purchased for Mamie's uncle.<br />
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There was also a 1960s Plymouth which was Mamie's car and was later given to her grandson and his wife, David and Julie Eisenhower.<br />
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Boone was an important town for Mamie and for President Eisenhower. Eisenhower announced that he was a candidate for President from the park in Boone. Mamie came home to Boone many times. It was a delightful visit made all the better by the passion and professionalism of Dorothy who is a retired fifth grade teacher.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Room where Mamie was born</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colo Motel at Niland's corner</td></tr>
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From Boone we took old Highway thirty, the Lincoln Highway, to Niland's corner, where the Lincoln Highway intersects the Jefferson Highway. The Jefferson Highway, like the Lincoln crossed America but unlike the Lincoln it did so from north to south or as a people in New Orleans might say from south to north.<br />
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That highway started in New Orleans and ended in Winnipeg Canada. Niland's corner was historic and significant in it's nice to see it so well restored. Linda and I took ample time to walk around the buildings before entering the café. <br />
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The café is restored and at one end features historic displays. They also serve great food and provide super service. In Niland's we had lunch with Lyle Henry and Wayne Shannon of the Lincoln Highway Association. Between the business meeting not going as long as I thought it would and our side trips and sightseeing they were able to catch up to us.<br />
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I enjoyed talking with them as they are both well versed in the history of the Lincoln Highway and other old highways. Lyle was one of the speakers at the conference, has written a book on the Jefferson Highway. I enjoyed talking with him as I did my conversations with Wayne.<br />
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From Colo we proceeded to Tama, Iowa. Tama also has some old Lincoln Highway sites. <br />
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Chief among these is the Tama Bridge. It was built in 1925 by the city of Tama and is a source of pride to that community. It is the most well-recognized bridge on the entire Lincoln Highway. East of the bridge is a tower café and service station.<br />
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Our next stop was Belle Plaine, Iowa where we stopped to see the Preston service station and the Herring hotel.<br />
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The Herring hotel was recognized as providing first class accommodations in a small town atmosphere. In its day it was called "The Swellest Little Hotel in Iowa."<br />
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Among its guests were Mark Twain and President Theodore Roosevelt. Unfortunately, the Herring hotel has suffered a long period of neglect. However, it looks like things are due to turn around. Volunteer labor has worked to stabilize parts of the hotel and the owners are working to secure grants to restore the Herring to its 1922 condition and appearance. Yesterday we had a presentation on the efforts to preserve the Herring hotel.<br />
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We also stopped to see the tower café and service station as well as the Youngsville station.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lincoln Café across from Herring Hotel</td></tr>
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I went out to take pictures of the mighty Mississippi this evening. Some of them appear with this entry. When I returned to the tent trailer I was surprised to see that Linda had added twinkly lights to the ceiling. <br />
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It looked nice, but I can see that she's just not going to get this "Glamping" idea out of her system.<br />
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Tomorrow we'll spend a little bit of time exploring Clinton Iowa and then we will cross the river into Illinois. I have to admit to some excited anticipation at the thought of driving across the mighty Mississippi.<br />
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