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Arock, Jordan Valley, Rome and Danner, Oregon

Posted by graywacke on October 6, 2017

First timer?  In this formerly once-a-day blog (and now pretty much a once-every-four-or-five days blog), I use an app that provides a random latitude and longitude that puts me somewhere in the continental United States (the lower 48).  I call this “landing.”

I keep track of the watersheds I land in, as well as the town or towns I land near.  I do some internet research to hopefully find something of interest about my landing location. 

To find out more about A Landing A Day (like who “Dan” is) please see “About Landing” above.  To check out some recent changes in how I do things, check out “About Landing (Revisited).”

Landing number 2369; A Landing A Day blog post number 802.

Dan:  Today’s lat/long (35o49.646’N, 104o 1.270’W) puts me in SE Oregon:

Here’s my local landing map:

Note that I added “Danner” and “Rome” – more about why I did that later.

My streams-only map shows that I landed adjacent to the Owyhee River (9th hit); on to the Snake (83rd hit); on to the Mighty Columbia (173rd hit):

Click HERE to dutifully follow the Google Earth (GE) yellow push-pin as it falls  to a gentle landing in SE Oregon.

Looking at the GE shot below, you can see that I actually landed in the watershed of an unnamed tributary to an unnamed tributary of the Owyhee River:

This looks like a very cool spot, eh?  Unfortunately, there are no GE Panoramio shots to give us a better look.

Zooming back (and getting the Orange Dude up and running), I can get a look at the Owyhee and at least be aware that my landing is off in the distance:

Here’s what the OD sees:

Standing on the bridge and looking around, the OD noticed great picture-taking lighting looking upstream and to the north east:

So, of course, he had to check out downstream and to the south east:

I’m sure that you noticed that the OD was located on a bridge in Rome.  Well, Rome isn’t much (and as one of the GE Pano photographers noted, this Rome could have been built in a day).  Here’s what Wiki has to say:

According to Oregon Geographic Names, Rome was named for the nearby geologic formations that suggested the ruined temples of Rome, Italy.  The 100-foot high “Pillars of Rome” are formations of fossil-bearing clay.

And yes, there are GE Pano shots of the pillars, by John from ID.  Here’s one:

And then, stepping back a little, Idaho John also took this one:

A lovely spot, indeed. 

Moving east to Arock.  From Wiki:

Arock was supposedly named in 1922 for a large rock bearing Native American petroglyphs in the vicinity.

OK.  You’ve got a cool rock with petroglyphs and decide you want to name the nearby town after the rock.  Can’t you do any better than Arock?  How about Coolrock?  (OK, so maybe not.)  Uhhh, how about Indian Rock?  Why not talk with a local Indian, and then use the Indian name for the rock?  Wait!  Here’s a good one:  Boulder!  (Or Aboulder, if you must).  Oh well . . .

As I mentioned earlier, Danner wasn’t on my Street View map (and it doesn’t show up on GE), so I checked out Jordan Valley next.  From Wiki:

In the center of town stands the pelota fronton, built in 1915 by Basque settlers, many of whom had been recruited from Spain to herd sheep. Their descendants are a noticeable presence today in Malheur County.  The pelota fronton was last used regularly in 1935.

It turns out that pelota is a Basque game that involves throwing or hitting a ball up against a wall (jai alai – the game they play in Miami with long, curved paddles – is a derivative, also Basque) and “fronton” is the name for the pelota court.  Here’s a GE Pano shot of the fronton by B. Lyon:

Actually, the photo is of the backon of the fronton.

Back to Wiki and Jordan Valley:

Sacagawea’s son Jean Baptiste Charbonneau is often said to be buried in Jordan Valley, as that is the closest incorporated city to Danner, the actual site of his burial.

As mentioned above, Danner appears on no maps.  However, Danner has a Wiki entry that more-or-less describes where it is (west of Jordan Valley, north of Jordan Creek).  I went to GE, with the hope that there were Panoramio shots of the Charbonneau grave site.  And there were, and I was therefore able to find Danner:

Notes: 1.)  I put my cursor on one of the Pano shots (entitled “JB Charbonneau”, and you can see how I found the “town” in the first place.  2.)  I added the yellow pushpin labeled “Danner.” 3.)  And yes – there’s a Danner Road.  4.)  What’s up with Old Ion Road?  A quick Wiki search reveals that Ion used to be I.O.N., which stands for Idaho Oregon Nevada.

And here’s the grave marker (Pano shot by John Barenberg):

So what about Monsieur Charbonneau?  I’ll start with his mom, from Wiki:

Sacagawea (1788 – 1812) was a Lemhi Shoshone woman who is known for her help to the Lewis and Clark Expedition in achieving their chartered mission objectives by exploring the Louisiana Territory.

Sacagawea traveled with the expedition thousands of miles from North Dakota to the Pacific Ocean, and helped establish cultural contacts with Native American populations.  In addition, she provided Lewis and Clark with extensive information concerning natural history.

At approximately age 13, Sacagawea was sold into a non-consensual “marriage” to Toussaint Charbonneau, a Quebecois trapper living in the Sacagawea’s North Dakota village.  She was one of two wives so obtained by Charbonneau. He may have “won” Sacagawea while gambling.

Sacagawea was pregnant with her first child when Lewis & Clark arrived near the same village to spend the winter of 1804–05. They agreed to hire Charbonneau as an interpreter because they discovered that Sacagawea spoke Shoshone, and they knew they would need the help of Shoshone tribes at the headwaters of the Missouri.

Clark recorded this in his journal on November 4, 1804:

… a french man by Name Chabonah, who Speaks the Big Belley language visit us, he wished to hire & informed us his 2 Squars were Snake Indians, we engau him to go on with us and take one of his wives to interpret the Snake language …

Yo Mr. Clark.  You sure could have used Spell Check!  Back to Wiki:

Charbonneau and Sacagawea moved into the expedition’s fort a week later. Lewis recorded the birth of Jean Baptiste Charbonneau on February 11, 1805, noting that another of the party’s interpreters administered crushed rattlesnake rattles to speed the delivery.

Concerning her death:

An 1811 journal entry made by Henry Brackenridge, a fur dealer at Fort Manuel Lisa Trading Post on the Missouri River, stated that both Sacagawea and Charbonneau were living at the fort. He recorded that Sacagawea “…had become sickly and longed to revisit her native country.”

The following year, John Luttig, a clerk at Fort Manuel Lisa, recorded in his journal on December 20, 1812, that: “…the wife of Charbonneau, a Snake Squaw, died of putrid fever.” He went on to say that she was “aged about 25 years. She left a fine infant girl”.

Documents held by Clark show that her son Baptiste already had been entrusted by Charbonneau into Clark’s care for a boarding school education, at Clark’s insistence.

Note:  An alternate story has it that she lived a long life, dying in 1884 amongst the Shoshone.

Here’s a Wiki picture of the Sacagawea dollar, where she’ portrayed with her son Jean Baptiste:

Concerning Jean Baptiste (from Wiki):

Sacagawea’s son Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau continued a restless and adventurous life. He carried lifelong celebrity status as the infant who went with the explorers to the Pacific Ocean and back. When he was 18, he was befriended by a German Prince, Duke Paul Wilhelm of Württemberg, who took him to Europe. There, Jean-Baptiste spent six years living among royalty, while learning four languages and fathering a child in Germany named Anton Fries, who died in infancy.

 [“Anton” sounds French, eh?  Had the poor boy lived, I’m sure his nickname would have been French Fries . .]

After his infant son died, Jean-Baptiste came back from Europe in 1829 to live the life of a Western frontiersman.

He became a gold miner, hotel clerk, and in 1846, led a group of Mormons to California. While in California he became a magistrate for the Mission San Luis Rey. He disliked the way Indians were treated in the Missions and left to become a hotel clerk in Auburn, California, once the center of gold rush activity.

After working six years in Auburn, the restless son of Sacagawea left in search of riches in the gold mines of Montana. He was 61 years old, and the trip was too much for him. He became ill with pneumonia and died in a remote area near Danner, Oregon, on May 16, 1866.

I found many mother-and-son pics; these are lazily un-credited:

It’s time to close things out with a couple of local GE Pano shots.  Here’s one by Jeremy Fox of the Owyhee Canyon:

And an amazing wildflower shot by Neale Jenks:

That’ll do it . . .




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Fort Wakashie, Wyoming

Posted by graywacke on July 25, 2013

First timer?  In this formerly once-a-day blog (and now pretty much an every-third-day blog), I have my computer select a random latitude and longitude that puts me somewhere in the continental United States (the lower 48).  I call this “landing.”  I keep track of the watersheds I land in, as well as the town I land near.  I do some internet research to hopefully find something of interest about my landing location.  To find out more about A Landing A Day (like who “Dan” is and what the various numbers and abbreviations mean in the first paragraph), please see “About Landing,” (and “Abbreviations” and “Cryptic Numbers”) above.

 Landing number 2038; A Landing A Day blog post number 456.

 Dan –  Another OSer (dropping me to 3/10), with this landing in. . . WY; 72/65; 3/10; 4; 151.4.  Here’s my regional landing map:

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My closer-in map shows my proximity to Fort Washakie (way off to the left) and the Little Wind River:

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My Google Earth (GE) shot shows what looks like a richly green agricultural area:

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Stepping back, you can the green is associated with stream valleys; the uplands have that more usual semi-arid look:

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Speaking of valleys, I landed in the watershed of the Sharp Nose Drain, on to the Little Wind R (3rd hit); to the Wind R (9th hit); to the Big Horn R (18th hit); to the Yellowstone R (51st hit); to the Missouri R (373rd hit); and of course, finally on to the MM (801st hit).

 Here’s a GE StreetView shot, looking down into the Little Wind R valley (just east of my landing), in one of the green areas (although it doesn’t look all that green):

 looking into the little wind river valley - Copy

Moving just a mile east, I’m in the semi-arid zone, as shown on this StreetView shot:

 looking into the little wind river valley (just down the road) - Copy

I’m now going to move right along to an absolutely wonderful A Landing A Day moment.  Here’s what happened.  I decided that I wanted one of my usual StreetView shots off a bridge, looking at a local stream.  The local stream in this case is the Little Wind River.  Here’s a shot showing the road with the blue line (indicating availability of StreetView), and the approximate location of the bridge over the Little Wind (where the little orange guy is standing):

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Here’s a StreetView shot showing the bridge.  See the wooden guard rail?

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Well, here’s my StreetView shot of the river.  I was in the middle of doing the usual “print screen”, when I noticed a word on the guard rail.  Could it be “Welcome?”  Yes, it could!

 ge sv little wind just downstream  Welcome! - Copy

Are you kidding me?   Who in the world would take the time to write or etch the word “Welcome” on a guardrail of an obscure bridge?  And it’s located at the very spot that I happened to select for my look upstream.  Thanks be to the landing god, and I do indeed feel very welcome visiting this particular spot in Wyoming!!!

 OK.  Moving right along to Fort Washakie.  From Wiki:

 Fort Washakie was a U.S Army fort that was established in 1869.  It was named after Chief Washakie of the Shoshone tribe making the fort the only U.S military outpost named after a Native American.

 The fort remained a military outpost until 1909 when it was decommissioned and turned over to the Shoshone Indian Agency. The graves of Washakie and Lewis and Clark Expedition guide Sacajawea are located on the grounds of the fort. The site lies within the present-day Wind River Indian Reservation.

 From ShoshoneIndians.com about the Chief:

Chief Washakie, c.1804-1900, a chief of the Eastern Shoshone Indians of Wyoming, was noted for his exploits in fighting and also for his friendship with the white pioneers. When wagon trains were passing through Shoshone country in the 1850s, Washakie and his people aided the overland travelers in fording streams and recovering strayed cattle.   He was also a scout for the U.S. Army.

 Here’s a quote attributed to Chief Washakie.  DO NOT SKIM.  READ ENTIRE QUOTE!

“The white man, who possesses this whole vast country from sea to sea, who roams over it at pleasure and lives where he likes, cannot know the cramp we feel in this little spot, with the underlying remembrance of the fact, which you know as well as we, that every foot of what you proudly call America not very long ago belonged to the red man. The Great Spirit gave it to us. There was room for all His many tribes, and all were happy in their freedom.”

“The white man’s government promised that if we, the Shoshones, would be content with the little patch allowed us, it would keep us well supplied with everything necessary to comfortable living, and would see that no white man should cross our borders for our game or anything that is ours. But it has not kept its word!

“The white man kills our game, captures our furs, and sometimes feeds his herds upon our meadows. And your great and mighty government–oh sir, I hesitate, for I cannot tell the half! It does not protect our rights. It leaves us without the promised seed, without tools for cultivating the land, without implements for harvesting our crops, without good quality breeding animals, without the food we still lack, without the comforts we cannot produce and without the schools we so much need for our children.”

“I say again, the government does not keep its word!”

Powerful words.

Just for heck of it, here are the English translations of the names of several of Washakie’s relatives.  There’s a story behind every name, if only we could ask the various parents:

 Mother:  Lost Woman

Father:  Crooked Leg

Maternal Grandfather:  Weasel Lung

Maternal Grandmother:  Bluebird

Aunt:  Little Striped Squirrel

First Cousin:  Has No Horse

Washakie’s given name: Smells of Sugar

It was changed to:  Shoots the Buffalo Running

Given to him by friends (and what Washakie means):  Gourd Rattler

 So, Sacajawea is buried at the Fort.  This, about her (towards the end of a very long Wiki article), starting out with a picture of a Bismark ND statue:


 While Sacagawea has been depicted as a guide for the expedition, she is recorded as providing direction in only a few instances.  Her work as an interpreter certainly helped the party to negotiate with the Shoshone.  However, her greatest value to the mission may have been simply her presence during the arduous journey – she was able to effectively demonstrate their peaceful intent.

While traveling through what is now Franklin County, Washington, Clark noted, “The Indian woman confirmed those people of our friendly intentions, as no woman ever accompanies a war party of Indians in this quarter,” and, “the wife of Shabono our interpreter [actually Charbonneau] we find reconciles all the Indians, as to our friendly intentions.  A woman with a party of men is token of peace.”

Here’s a Panoramio picture (by mal10587) showing that Fort Wakashie is a real town, with a real Main Street:

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Just south of town is Ray Lake. Here’s a lovely Pano shot by John Drew2 of the lake:

 ray lake pano john drew2 - Copy

I’ll close with this shot of a group of cacti watching the sunset, taken in the town of Fort Wakashie (on Dead Horse Road).  I can just hear the oohs and aahs:

sunset on dead horse road, ft wash by piqueen pano - Copy 

That’ll do it.



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