Today we traveled back about 20 miles north to the town of Ft. Washakie, named for a very important figure in Shoshone history. A visit to the Shoshone Cultural Center gave us insight to the life and time of the Shoshone tribe during the 1800s. There is no photography allowed in the Center so some of the pictures are downloads from the internet.
While our main interest was the life of Sacajawea we also learned about Chief Washakie (Wash'
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He served in the US Army and the only Indian Chief on record to have a full military funeral.
While leaving the Center we met a younger Shoshone woman, Alanita. She has a smiling face with kind eyes. She is soft spoken and a descendant of a pioneer woman who was killed in a Sioux raid. Since I did not have a camera I have no picture to share. She has a rich linage among the Shoshone that includes both Native American and English. She makes bead work art and hand made moccasins. She gave us directions to Sacajawea's grave site.
The statue depicts Sacajawea holding a sand dollar from the shores of the Pacific.
We visited the grave site in the Sacajawea Cemetery. While it was a most memorable experience it was disheartening to see the condition of the cemetery. It lies totally unkempt. Weeds cover the ground nearly knee to waist deep. Some of the graves are marked only by a stone (just a hand picked rock) that is painted white.
The old log building was the brig for Ft. Washakie.
Entrance to Sacajawea Cemetary |
The old jail at Ft. Washskie |
The rest of the day was
pretty much a travel day as we are on our way to visit friends in Montrose,
CO. The drive on US-287 is a bit
desolate. There were 20 to 30 miles
between houses and passing an oncoming car or truck was an event! We saw Pronghorns like we saw buffalo in
Yellowstone. There is one thing about
Wyoming… If you don’t like the landscape just go over the next hill or around
the next curve in the road... It will change.
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Can you find the Prairie Dog? |
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Rush hour on US-287. |
We arrived in Rawlins in the late afternoon and got a room at the Comfort Inn. Then a short walk to Subway for a bite to eat. My back has been getting tight and starting to become painful. We picked out a heating pad, and some Icy-Hot. Linda doctored me up before we turned in for the night.
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