Living in Wyoming, I love everything about the West, including very old and brand new western stories. I have published nine books, all of which are available online as soft covers, or eBooks. In addition to my books, I am an avid blogger and short story writer and have published more than a dozen historical articles, both online and in print. In addition to writing I am an avid reader, photographer, hiker and master gardener. When not reading or writing, I can be found playing golf or with camera in hand snapping photos.
Fort Laramie changed the trail for many travelers. For years the Oregon Trail passed along on the south side of the North Platte River. Especially after Fort Laramie, the north side was considered too difficult.
But in later years, on the trail, the north side was utilized as a good alternative to the south. North of Guernsey, Wyoming is a very big hill, Immigrant Hill, might be a small mountain, that should have deterred even the most fool hardy of travelers, but it did not.
Often wagons had to be towed up the hill, but the same was happening a few miles earlier on the south side of the river, as wagons needed to be towed up Mexican Hill. Finding good graze was a constant problem on trails west. Paths on both sides of the river made a chance to find good grass a possibility – as long as you were not the last train west for the year.
The trip to Fort Laramie was pretty flat, just drive I-80 across Nebraska and you will see what I mean. It does rise about 3,000 feet from the Missouri River to Fort Laramie but it takes 500 miles to do it. Once the travelers left Fort Laramie, trail hardships became a reality.
The trail now would rise a thousand feet in a hundred miles which was not too bad. But getting up and down some of the smaller chains of mountains that start to transverse the country at this point was a problem.
Life was good for the travelers, and then they left Fort Laramie. The tough climb up and down all the way to the Continental Divide became, lighten the wagon miles.
Family out on a day trip
Sometime those darn deer don't know if they are coming or going
"Hey, where'd all the Bucks go?"
"Oh, there they are!"
Let's end this Photo Wednesday with a Bunny and a Robin - and because this blog is read in countries other than American how about a nice pair of Canadians?
All photos taken at Guernsey, Wyoming State Park this past weekend
Well, I have another one finished. This one is a nonfiction work on the Civilian Conservation Corps and their building of the state park in Guernsey, Wyoming.
I still have photo work and footnote work left to finish but
the text is completed and one proofing also is complete.
This one I will self-publish, because it is for a small local market, but it has been both educational and fun. I wanted to hold it to 140-160 pages (both text and photos) looks like I will be close, still fitting photos to size I need.
That's why we all love Wyoming.
The clouds were heavy but blue was still peaking through when I took these photos yesterday. A half foot of snow was soon to follow, but for me it was a beautiful day. All photos are from the area between Laramie and Wheatland.
Love driving through Wyoming where photo opportunities abound. These Pronghorn were facing away, but typical to their behavior, when I stopped they had to take a look at me.
Wish I were a little quicker, we saw a group of seven Bald Eagles including one very close up immature Bald. But they are not crazy about stopping SUVs, so I missed my opportunities. I will settle here for some, newly, snow covered mountains.
For those of you that are in the track of this snow storm, stay warm and stay safe.