Monday, July 31, 2023

Agate Fossil Beds

The Agate Fossil Beds celebrate two very distinctive things, the fossils themselves and the relationship between James H. Cook and the Lakota Chief Red Cloud.


About 19-20 million years ago, drought struck the western Nebraska plains.  There were few shallow water holes where all animals gathered in search of food and water.  As the drought deepened, the animals died near these water holes and over time their skeletons were buried in the silt, fine sand and volcanic ash that was carried by the winds. Today, an ancient waterhole with hundreds of fossilized skeletons is preserved in the Niobrara River valley; it is Agate Fossil Beds National Monument Nebraska.


Most of land that is now the monument was once part of the Agate Springs Ranch owned by James & Kate Cook.  James found “a beautifully petrified piece of the shaft of some creatures leg bone.”  This lead to the beginning of discovery and research at Agate Springs.  First to come was Erwin Barbour.  He found strange Devil’s Corkscrews and thought they were made by plant roots. Later scientists found that not to be true.  They found small rodent like skeletons, later named Palaeocastor, in the corkscrews thus proving that it was not plants but animals who burrowed the corkscrews leading to dens where they made their homes.  Subsequently, investigation was begun by several groups and continues to today.


The first discovery revealed a large bone deposit at what had once been a water hole.  It was a bit surprising to learn of the now extinct animals once roamed this area.  There was a beaver like animal that had powerful clawed forearms for digging and long, curved teeth.  There were gazelle-camel like creatures about two feet tall.  They grazed the grasslands beside a three-toed, pony-sized rhinoceroses.  These rhino mammals were the most common animal found.  They may have roamed in large herds.  Rare ancestors of the modern horse were also found.  Related to both the horse and the rhino, it was large, had back legs shorter than the front and great claw like hooves. Must have been a sight to see.  One of the most interesting to me was the fossil remains of beardogs.  These carnivores lived in dens which represent one of the few paleontological sites of this type in the world.  It has been a tedious journey for scientists.  Because the bone bed held thousands of unconnected bones, it must have been quite a chore to bring any of them together to form a picture.  Luckily they found skulls in tact that enabled them to determine age and diet of some of the fossils.


The monument is also home to a wonderful collection of Lakota Indian gifts that were presented to Harold Cook.  Harold Cook and his wife Eleanor once lived on the property in what is dubbed the Bone Cabin.  It was a one room cabin and accompanying frame windmill.  It sits out in the open prairie a reminder of the hardships early settlers endured.  Over the years the cabin was used by scientists and others but today it is part of the monument.  We could have walked out to see it up close, however rattle snakes abound in this area and we were not too keen to go out amongst them.


James Cook was a frontiersman, hunter and scout before he settled on the Niobrara River.  He first met Chief Red Cloud of the Lakota Indians in 1874 when Professor Othniel C. Marsh came to the area looking for fossils.  The Oglala Lakota (Sioux) were suspicious of Marsh because most white men they had encountered were looking for gold.  But Cook helped convince Red Cloud and the other Oglala that Marsh was what he said he was, a bone hunter.


As the years passed, Cook often helped the Oglala and Cheyenne.  A strong friendship developed between the Cook family and the Indians.  They brought gifts and told Cook stories about the individual items.  The collection of these gifts are now part of the visitor center.  They are housed in a special climate controlled room protected from the elements and visitor’s hands.


Two of the most outstanding items in the collection are pictographs painted on hides.  The custom of creating these pictographs was practiced by many of the Indian tribes as a way to record the history of events or the people themselves.  One of these is the story of the Battle of Greasy Grass.  It chronicles the battle of June 25, 1896 better known as the Battle of the Little Big Horn or Custer’s Last Stand.  It is an amazing piece of art.  The other is a pictograph painted by Red Cloud’s wife.  It chronicles events from the creation.  When you look at the piece, creation is in the center and each element follows in a circular fashion to the end.  There was a book that told exactly what each picture represented.  Such an amazing, precious piece.  Other items in the collection are beautifully beaded moccasins, bags, pipe bags and other items of clothing.  There was a saddle designed for a woman.  There were pipes and war clubs and all sorts of items that would be used in everyday life.  The bead work was really amazing.  I admire anyone who can bead as I find it tedious and not something I like to do.


We left the monument and headed back to camp.  We have learned a great deal about the history of our country from millions of year ago through how the West was populated.  Tomorrow we leave this area and head to Idaho.


Bones of some of the creatures found at the Agate Site.

Here you see the smaller Beardog defending its den from a predator.  Below is the den with another animal found in it.










Historical pictograph from creation painted by Chief Red Cloud’s wife.
Each individual element represents an event in history of the Indian people.

Pictograph painting of the Battle of Little Big Horn or the Battle of Greasy Grass as the Lakota Indians called it.

Chimney Rock


The road to Chimney Rock travels along a railroad track.  As we traveled, an enormous train traveled parallel to us.  The train was carrying only one thing, coal.  I was surprised.  I had no idea coal came from this area.  It saddened me in a way.  Given the need to reduce all our emissions, seeing all that coal gave me pause.  We also passed herds of cattle, long horned cattle at that.  The horns on these guys were wide a made a distinctive curve upward.  Mmmmm, steak on the hoof!


Chimney Rock National Historic Site celebrates another navigational tool.  Travelers noted the 326 foot rock formation atop a conical hill. This distinctive shape was used by both pioneers and Indians alike.  It is an eroded remnant of what was once a much larger formation.  Travelers could see Chimney Rock from miles away; so could we.  There are no roads up to the formation itself so all we could do was look from afar and imagine what it must have been like to travel these trails.  Over time, erosion has worn away the rocks in this area.  A limestone cap atop Chimney Rock protects it.  However, at some point in time, Chimney Rock will also fade into only a memory.



Railroad train hauling coal.








                                          

Long-horned Cattle on the prairie.

Scott’s Bluff

It was luxurious to sleep in a bit or as much as the girls would allow.  I rolled out and headed to the kitchen to make coffee while Jim prepared to take the girls out for their morning constitution.  Outside, a cool breeze was blowing beneath skies that looked foreboding.  We really did not expect any rain, but the weather is fickle so who knows.  After a light breakfast for all of us, Jim and I loaded up the beast and hit the road.  First destination was….you guessed it, Verizon.  After the frustration of trying to use it yesterday, I think it is ready for the trash heap but we shall see.  The distance between Gering and Scottsbluff is only a few miles so in no time we arrived.  The guy at Verizon took one look at our MiFi and said, “my that’s an old one.”  Uh-oh, I feel a purchase coming.  As I suspected, it was too old to be fixed 😲.  Honestly, I could care less!  We need to have internet access so we can keep in touch with family and friends.  30 minutes and $90 later, we had a new MiFi that hopefully would keep us in touch.  Please let this be the last “challenge” we have to solve on this trip! 


If you have never experienced this part of our beautiful country, you are missing an amazing landscape.  At first glance, it looks like a lot of rock and dust and sand.  Closer inspection reveals a myriad of soft hues of purple, pink, grey and much more.  When we lived in AZ, I remember my surprise at how beautiful the desert can be.  After a particularly rainy spring, the desert came alive with so many colors.  All of the plants and cactus flowered in the colors of the rainbow.  Here, the colors come mostly from geological things but the hardy plants also add color.  Wild flowers of yellow and purple dot the landscape.


Scott’s Bluff is a towering geologic feature that was important to nineteenth-century pioneers who traveled the Oregon, California and Mormon Trails west in search of a better life for their families.  The picture of the map below shows the three different trails and where they started and ended. Learning about the hardships they endured makes me very thankful for what their persistence gave us today.




A number of things drove the great migration of that period.  Those on the California trail were heading to the gold rush with dreams of striking it rich and returning home to live in luxury. Those on the Oregon trail were most likely seeking land.  The Homestead Act of 1862 in particular gave opportunity for nearly anyone to acquire land including newly arrived immigrants, single women and even former slaves. (Women were allowed to homestead land 58 years before getting the right to vote in federal elections). This process was not easy.  In order to claim a 160-acre plot, first they must pay a fee at a land office.  Once they lay claim to land, they had to build a home and begin farming at least 10 acres within a five year period, this process was called “proving up the land.” Not an easy task as often they land was in an place where rained little and crops would fail,  Many lost their claim.


Those on the Mormon Trail were seeking religious freedom and were heading to the Salt Lake area where they could settle and practice their faith.  All of the pioneers faced similar hardships.  Firstly, they had to prepare for the journey.  Those on the Oregon and California Trails used mostly Oxen to pull the covered wagons we all have seen in Western movies.  Oxen were more easily controlled than mules or even horses.  Pioneers were told that there would be Indians who were dangerous.  This drove many to purchase guns they had no experience using and consequently many shot themselves.  As a point of fact, the Indians were not the Red Devils movies portray them to be.  For the most part, they were peaceful.  That said, as the flood of pioneers crossing their lands and destroying all the grasses and animals, such as buffalo that the Indians needed to survive, violence broke out.  Nevertheless, the pioneers had to reduce what they took which was necessary to keep weight low.  Many possessions had to be left behind and many were discarded along the way for that reason.  The journey took four to six months of arduous traveling sometimes riding in the wagon but most likely walking along side.  Golly, I cannot imagine doing that.  It was the walking that drove one of the most often traded items between pioneers and the Indians — moccasins. It is said some even started the journey barefooted while others wore out their shoes as they walked.  A tough bunch for sure.


The Mormons on the other hand, did not use animals or the typical wagon.  They commonly used hand carts!  Can you imagine?  Pictures show two people behind a T-shaped yoke of sorts push/pulling the carts along.  It is said that they even planted corn along the way so that others making the journey could have additional food.  Food for everyone was a precious commodity. Choices had to be made as to just what to take for a six month period.  Of course, they could shoot game but with so many traveling, that would be challenging plus ammunition would also need to be conserved. Some traded for bows and arrows with the Indians and used them to hunt.  I certainly hope they were fast learners!


So, what was the significance of Scott’s Bluff?  It was one of many landmarks used to help pioneers and even the Indians navigate. The Oregon Trail followed the North Platte River as much as possible, however once in western Nebraska they had to pass through bluffs that towered over 800 feet above the river.   It was narrow going and only horses could pass, not wagons!  In 1851, the pass and trail was widened.  Hundred of thousands of travelers passed through on all three trails as well as Pony Express riders and even U.S. Army soldiers.


To reach the top of the bluff, we had to drive the 1.6 mile, narrow road to the top.  The road passes through three tunnels!  Pretty scary stuff but well worth the effort.  On top the 360 degree view was grand.  We hiked along one of the trails to another overlook and there we met a couple who asked us to take a picture of them.  We did and they returned the favor for us.  You meet so many nice people traveling (and some not so nice).  This couple had just purchased a used motor coach.  They annually took a trip this time of the year to celebrate their birthdays; it was the same date.  Anyway, the second day on the road the transmission went out!  They spent four hours waiting for a tow.  Alas, their insurance agent had not added towing to their policy so they were on the hook for over $1200 towing fee.  To add insult to injury, the cost of repair would be $6300, holy cow.  Of course, there was no warranty to help with the costs.  No matter, they were thankful that someone loaned them a car so they could tour around while waiting for repairs.  When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!  We headed back down the road thankful that our woes have been quite benign by comparison. Next stop, Chimney Rock.




On the way to Scott’s Bluff.








          First tunnel on the road to the top.

View from the top of the Bluff.

Jim and I at the top of Scott’s Bluff.

Wagons like Pioneers would have used to cross the country in search of a new home.

Thursday, July 27, 2023

Sites & Sounds of Nebraska

We left Iowa early as the driving time for today is five+ hours and we want to get to our new campground before too late in the day.  For a change, I decided to take the first leg of driving.  My two hours was pretty easy.  We are traveling across on US80 W.  As we drove, the landscape was pretty much what it had been yesterday, corn, corn, corn.  In no time at all, my two hours were up and we stopped at a rest area to walk the girls and ourselves.  Jim took over and he too had a pretty easy two hour or so drive.  Again, a rest stop and we were back on the road with me driving.  I ended up driving over three hours!  At the two hour point, fatigue was setting in and I was ready to arrive.  Our gas tank was getting low and stations were now pretty far apart.  We had 67 miles remaining till destination and the truck’s instruments said we had fuel for another 113 miles but I was not confident it was correct, so stress set in.  After what seemed like forever, the campground sign appeared; what a relief.


The camp is a city run campground just outside Gering,NE.  It is a lovely, grassy area with camp sites set well apart so everyone has some privacy.  Some of the sites have full hook-ups and some do not; ours does not.  We have water and electricity which is just fine for us.  There is a sanitary station on site and we will be able to empty all our tanks before we hit the road on Saturday.  Frankly, it would not matter what sort of site we have as long as we can stop and rest!  Since I drove the last leg, it was my job to park the rig.  Mmmm, I am pretty good driving but backing up, well I lack experience in that area.  Jim was encouraging and helpful giving me directions to bring everything in a tidy alignment.  I have to admit, I was right proud of myself when it was all done.  The last time we made this trip west was 2018.  Five years of aging has not robbed us of the ability to drive back out here but it certainly has impacted our stamina.  The first day of driving, we were both exhausted.  Each day of driving since, we have more energy and feel less tired at the end of the drive.  But today, well since I usually do not drive more than 2 hours at a time maximum, having driven a total of five hours and the last leg three hours plus, I felt like I had been hit with a hammer!  Thank goodness we have four nights here before we hit the road once again.


We settled the RV and the girls and decided to head to town to get fuel for the truck and find food.  The manager here suggested several places where we might eat.  We ended up in one of the local pub type places.  There were big TV screens on every wall — must be wonderful in football season!  After we settled at our table which was in full view of the kitchen window, we started to look around.  Above us suspended from the ceiling were two large motorcycles.  I could not tell exactly what they were but they looked like Indian Motorcycles.  For those of you who might be interested, Indian Motorcycles have been around since 1897 and are said to be the oldest manufacturer of motorcycles in the country.  I am sure Harley Davidson enthusiasts might challenge that statement but no matter.  The first time I saw an Indian, I was blown away at the beauty of the beast.  One of my physical therapy companions (he was over 80) rode his bike to therapy one day.  It was all decked out with everything imaginable and was a thing of beauty.  He had a bit of a crush on me and suggested he and I go for a ride!  All I could do was smile and inwardly feel attractive, braces and all.  But I digress.  The special for this restaurant was Steak Nachos. We had been told they were not to be missed.  As we sat looking at the menu, we saw a serving of said nachos go up for delivery to the table.  Holy Cow!  They were huge and could easily serve four adults with ease.  No, not us for sure, way too much food.  We both ended up having steaks; we are in cattle country after all.  I have to say, it was one of the best I have ever eaten.  It was flavorful, tender and well seasoned, yummy.  Our bellies full, we headed back to camp intending to relax a bit and then walk the girls.  Alas, the minute I sat down, sleep overcame me.  Oh well, I needed the sleep more than a walk!


The girls woke us up early so we made coffee and started our day.  We had decided that we would not go out to see the sites but rather stay in camp and attend to some chores which included laundry; my least favorite thing to do!.  The day went past giving us time to relax as well as get things done. I started trying to check some finances and other things but what the heck, the MiFi was acting up again.  Oh my golly, what next.  I guess we will have to find yet another Verizon and get something done as we need to be connected.


After supper, the skies turned dark and Jim said the weather reported storms were around us but we would probably only get a light shower which would probably be good as this area does not get a great deal of rain.  Looking toward Scott’s Bluff, we could see telltale signs of rain coming down.  The wind had picked up and the trees were twisting from the force of it.  Lots of our neighbors were out looking skyward watching as the storm approached.  The sky was every shade of grey to black and menacing too. Jim was watching the weather and announced it was time to go inside as the storm would hit in less than five minutes.  Did not have to tell me twice!


The storm hit with a vengeance.  Instead of lots of rain, it was wind.  It howled and gusted  buffeting our rig and surrounding trees.  It passed over in about ten minutes, no rain at all. Suddenly, Jim jumped up and ran to the window in the kitchen area.  I could see between the slates of the blinds, red — is someone’s rig on fire?  We ran outside to find many of our neighbors standing outside looking toward the bluff and the sky.  It was the most amazing thing I have seen in a long time.  The sky looked like it was on fire and the bluff was silhouetted against it.  We all stood there gazing at the wonder of Mother Nature.  I had seen pictures of this event when reading about the area, but I never expected to actually see it.  So amazing.  It was a great ending to a good day. Tomorrow we will head out to see the sites.


A picture is worth a thousand words.

This is the bluff before the storm.

                                                            This is after.
After the storm.
                                        Before the storm.




Monday, July 24, 2023

Herbert Hoover National Historic Site

I woke to find Charlotte asleep in the crook of my arm and Savannah at my feet.  I could tell by the amount of light, we had slept late as planned.  While Jim took the girls out for a walk and potty, I made some much needed coffee.  We relaxed and took our time having some breakfast. It felt so good to be able to sleep in and then take our time moving into the day.


The plan for the day was to go to the Herbert Hoover National Historic Site and then to explore West Branch.  The site is not very far away so we loaded up and headed out. I have to admit, I knew very little about our 31st President beyond his name and that he was President when the Crash and Great Depression occurred.  We began with the Visitor’s Center where we watched a short film about the early years of Hoover.  One surprising thing we learned was that he and his family were Quakers, correctly named Religious Society of Friends or often just Friends.  It is more a way of life than a religion.  Quakers seek to experience God directly, within themselves and in their relationships with others and the world around themThey live following five beliefs:  integrity, equality, simplicity, community, stewardship of the Earth, and peaceAs a young boy, Herbert grew up with parents who taught him the Quaker ways and it molded him into the man he became.


The site has the house that Herbert spent his early years in along with his two siblings.  It is actually a tiny two room structure; small quarters for a family of five.  Herbert’s Father was a blacksmith and had his own business.  He was a visionary too.  He saw that things were changing and the future would soon look very differently. He sold the business and started another one selling farm equipment. Alas, he died when Herbert was quite young.  His Mother, Hulda then took on the responsibility of raising three children by herself.  She was well educated and had been a teacher before getting married.  She was an active speaker in the Quaker community and often traveled to speak.  Unfortunately, she caught a cold that turned into pneumonia and caused her death. The children were then separated and went to live with relatives.There is much more to the story but the end result was Herbert went to Stanford and received a degree in geology.  That degree served him well. He worked in the California gold mines and later worked as a mining engineer in Australia. He also worked for China and survived the Boxer Rebellion, the uprising of Chinese nationalists.  His career took him around the globe and gave him great wealth as well.  


What impresses me most about Hoover is how he embraced the Quaker tradition of kindness and generosity toward others.  Hoover embarked on a lifetime of public service.  His humanitarian work is quite impressive.  He helped feed Europeans after WWI sending wheat and oats and other grains.  After the war, he received hundreds of sacks beautifully embroidered sent to Hoover in thanks.  He had a particular interest in children. He was active in the Boys Clubs of America, a driver in the creation of CARE and UNICEF and generally an advocate for children around the world. Oh yes, he was elected President in 1929.  That was the year of the stock market crash and subsequent depression.  Not surprising, he was blamed for the Great Depression and subsequently failed to win a second term.


There is so much more to his life, but there are lots of books about him that are far more eloquent than I could write. We enjoyed walking the site and seeing how folks lived.  The meeting building where the Quaker met was interesting.  The large building is partitioned so women and men did not sit together.  It was not church as we would define it.  People gathered and sat in silent reflection for hours.  Anyone who had an insight or a spiritual message could stand and speak. Imagine how difficult that must have been for a young boy to sit that long.


All in all, our visit was very interesting and well worth the visit.  Back at camp, we made some preparations for leaving the next morning and then it was lights out.  Tomorrow will be a busy day driving to our next destination.


Inside the family home this sewing machine was used by Hoover’s Mother.
The bedroom where the three children slept.
Toys in the main room that served as the bedroom for the parents as well.  In the winter, a pot bellied stove was moved into the house.  Gives crowded and whole new meaning.


Inside the blacksmith shop one of the Park Rangers demonstrated how implements were made using authentic tools from the period.  She was very knowledgeable.






On to Little Bear

Another early rise as the drive time to our next destination, Little Bear Campground in West Liberty, Iowa was over five hours.  With Jim behind the wheel, we headed out.  The first part of the drive was stressful.  Our route took us just south of the Chicago area so traffic was heavy and the road abysmal.  There was construction — a now constant — and the roads were awash with ruts and holes and all sorts of things that caused bone jarring shock.  We could only imagine what was going on in the RV. Once we were on the far side of the Chicago area, things began to improve.  By the time we left Michigan, things were definitely looking better.  We rolled along enjoying all the scenery.







The term the bread basket of the nation is no joke.  The landscape is mostly flat and as far as the eye can see is farm land. The fields consist mainly of corn and/or soy beans.  It is really quite beautiful as each section is a different shade of green looking much like a patchwork quilt.  Here and there farm houses and out buildings appear.  The homes may be brown or some other color but many of the out buildings are painted stark white.  You can see them from miles away.  There are also solar farms covering acres.  In the distance, wind turbines turn lazily in the wind.  There is a respect for the environment here.  The land gives folks a way to make a living and provide sustenance for their families.  The number and size of trucks increased as well.  We saw several FedX tractors pulling three trailers!  It is like having a train pass you as they go past.  The truckers are for the most part considerate and abide by the speed limits.  It is a good thing too because we saw highway patrol cars often.  With lots of construction going on, the speed limits often reduced to 45 or 55 for miles.  For us, it was no problem as we were not in a big hurry.


Finally, we crossed over into Iowa and our long day of driving was over.  Little Bear is just off the highway.  Since it was Saturday, the camp is quite full.  Our site is on the back row away from the highway noise but, it is not level, not even close.  Good thing we are seasoned RVers and understand how to utilize pads to offset and bring the rig into level.  It was not long until we were all setup and ready to relax.  But first, we had to go to the nearest Verizon.


Before we headed out, I called to see if the store we would visit could actually work on the wifi.  After six tries, I ended up connected to a call center.  Bottom line, no help.  So, off we went to the store.  I have to admit I walked in with a bit of a chip on my shoulder.  My experience with the call center left me frustrated.  The young lady was very pleasant and put up with my complaints about my phone experience.  She assured me that she could fix the problem, and she did.  One last problem solved; I do hope it is the last one.


Next thing to do, find food.  We searched the internet and settled on a place called Down Under located in downtown West Branch, the Herbert Hover birth home and location of the National Historic Site we plan to visit tomorrow. After a good meal and a few libations, we headed to camp for some rest and relaxation. Tomorrow we will learn more about our nation’s 31st President.