More History in Casper

After leaving Evanston we drove through the middle of Wyoming following the historic corridor traveled by emigrants on the California, Mormon and Oregon Trails.   We drove on roads that were in the middle of nowhere and the land stretched out into emptiness for miles and miles during our stormy, rainy trip.   I couldn’t help but think about the emigrants and their struggles traveling this forbidding land with days and weeks of endless prairies and hills  to cross.  The only signs we saw were billboards cautioning drivers to watch out for deer, cattle or antelope crossing the roads.   In the picture below, is a billboard reminder of a pronghorn antelope.  There are many of them in Wyoming and they are one of the fastest animals on earth!  We did see pronghorn from time to time but none that were moving fast or crossing the roads.

After our rainy drive, we arrived to our next destination, the city of Casper located in eastern Wyoming.  We checked in to our RV park and found our site to be a muddy mess.  It was the thick, clay type of mud that stuck to everything.  Our truck was mud splattered and soon the trailer inside was a mess as we tracked in chunks of mud.  The park has some gravel but it seems to have been swallowed up by the mud.

The next day we visited the National Historic Trails Museum which is a beautiful building located on a bluff with a terrific view of the city.  This museum was well worth a visit.  It outlines through sign boards, exhibits and maps the emigrant journey on the California, Oregon and Mormon Trails as well as the Pony Express.

The museum has an interesting movie which it shows in the same area as life size figures arranged in scenes.  There are other fun things to experience in the museum.  We sat in a replica covered wagon which simulated crossing the Platte River.  The wagon jostled and a screen in front showed us going into the river and a trail boss yelling and leading the way.  It did feel rather authentic.  Another simulation was the stagecoach ride through the countryside and into small towns.

 

I must say at this time, that Mark and I have very different styles when visiting museums.  They are opposite styles.  Beth carefully reads each signboard and exhibit, soaking it all in and Mark strolls casually by each exhibit, occasionally resting his eyes on some descriptions, but more often than not just moving on.  As a result, Mark is done way before Beth and is telling Beth that she will never get finished.  Actually this has been a pattern with our travels for a number of years.  Mark usually finds a bench and reads his books on his iPhone or just relaxes.  I have several pictures over the years of Mark sitting patiently on benches waiting.

Mark’s note.

Beth is surely right about us being opposites in many things.  I plan to write about that some later.  Museum speed is one of those things.  Beth is so slow.  While sitting waiting for her here I had a vision of a string of emigrants passing by with their plodding oxen.  When they spied Beth their faces suddenly glowed with the knowledge they were no longer the slowest thing on the trail!

Our next full day in Casper found us taking it easy in the morning and running errands.  In the afternoon we did some sightseeing.  We first went to a neighborhood park next to the Platte River to see the historical site called Reshaw’s Bridge.  In the picture below, do you notice that both 1’s are placed backward on the sign?  Mark and I thought that was a little funny, although I have to admit that until Mark pointed it out to me, he was the only one that noticed the error.

The original bridge was built here by a John Richard in the years 1852 – 1853.  Richard was French but the townspeople misunderstood his name due to his accent and called him Reshaw.  The bridge was a great bonus to the emigrant who could cross for a price instead of fording the Platte River or arranging to be ferried across, a dangerous or expensive situation.  We learned at the Trails Museum that many emigrants lost their lives while fording the Platte and other rivers during their overland journeys.    As I watched the Platte River at this spot and noted the strong current I tried to imagine what it would be like to go into that river with a full wagon of supplies as well as children, family members and any animals that they brought along.  What a difficult situation to hope that everyone and everything arrives safely.

We next headed over to Fort Casper and the adjoining museum.  We toured the museum first and this time I thought I would give Mark a break and instead of reading all the information in the display cases I took pictures of some of them to read later.  I got done rather quickly and am thankful to live in an age with cell phone pictures that I can review!  The museum features information on many aspects of frontier life as well as Casper’s history.  The most interesting thing I learned at this museum was that the Platte River used to be three times the width it is now, the size of three football fields.  I had assumed that the river I saw was the same river the emigrants experienced.  Due to damming and other changes, the river now flows much less than before.  I realized that crossing the Platte was even more difficult than I previously imagined.   Below is a picture of my favorite artifact from the museum:  an iron tea kettle found on the Oregon Trail.   From several books I have read regarding travel on these trails there was a stream of discarded household items stretching along the trail.  When people became unable for various reasons to carry their belongings, they just left them and soon the trails became like secondhand or thrift store shopping.   Travelers could find almost anything they might need including furniture, clothing, household goods and even foodstuff.

Fort Casper was built in 1865 as a frontier post and abandoned in 1867.  The present fort is a reconstruction built by the Works Progress Administration (WPA) in 1936.  The buildings which are furnished in period style include a store, blacksmith shop, living quarters, stables, commissary, barracks and a kitchen.  I thought the rooms were furnished well to give a good idea of life in this fort.

In conclusion, our two night stay in Casper turned out to be a pleasant time.  The mud did dry some and the best part was relaxing in the evening down by the Platte River which runs next to the RV park.

Thanks for reading and look for us next time as we journey on to South Dakota.

6 thoughts on “More History in Casper”

  1. I can remember all of our 10K Walks and the museums we visited. So much to learn just as you are finding out along the way! Sounds fascinating! I agree. How did those early pioneers do it!!

    1. Thanks Arlene, yes we were fortunate to learn so much on our walks. I really appreciate learning as much as possible about our wonderful country! There is so much here to enjoy! Thanks again for reading and commenting!

    1. Thanks as always Sharon for reading our blogs! Thanks also for the feedback – it is very helpful in learning how to write better blogs. I agree, probably more interesting with pics of us in them!

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