“I just had to stop and see what this sign said. Where you headed, Sturgis?”
I was stopped at a historical marker when this lady in an Audi pulled up and was asking me this question. The sign at the marker was telling how the rock outcropping in front of us was called Fortification Rock and how the Indians would go there before battle and it would give them protection during battle.
The sign said the rock formation is better know for something else now.
“Eventually Sturgis, but I have a few places to go first.” I said.
“Like Jackson, that is where I am from?”
“Maybe, not sure yet.” I had no intention of going to Jackson since it is only a little bit better than Aspen, but did not want to hurt her feelings.
” I wouldn’t go hiking out there in those shoes.”
“Why?” she said as she looked down at her sandals.
“That is why.” I said and pointed to the picture of what Fortification Rock is better know for now.
Once she looked at the picture, she then looked down at her feet, hopped in her car and hauled ass. Darn, she was kind of cute too.
I work the Wyoming area a lot and always knew I was crossing some of the great wagon trails west. I have even stopped where the signs said “crossed here” but I couldn’t tell where. This time was different though. The sign said Overland Trail crossed here and this time I could see it.
” From the Platte west to Ft. Bridger….is one almost uninterrupted panorama of barren hills, sandy plains, ugly tortuous ravines and blank desolation….All life and living things, seem to be gone…..” Quote from Overland Trail traveler, Demas Barnes..1866
Well ol Demas, I can identify and testify!
I awoke in Sheridan Wy to walk outside and find this.
Someone knows I am planning to return to the Medicine Wheel today. I did not set out this year to return to the Medicine Wheel but the closer I got to it the more draw it had on me, (To see the first trip, click on 2009 day 5 of last years blog.) The weather was looking a little iffy but there was no stopping me now. I made it over the east side of the Bighorn Mountains and then up the dirt road to the Ranger shack and faced the long uphill hike to the wheel.
With feather in hand and some sage my buddy Jeff put in my saddle bag I started the hike. Last year, I never stopped walking until I got there not knowing what to expect. This year I was a little more prepared, had water and planned to hike it in stages. The Ranger didn’t question my intent this year like last, but I did tell him if I didn’t come back pretty soon to bring the 4 wheeler up and get me. I finally stopped at what I thought to be halfway. Looked up and still had more to go.
I made it! Walking clockwise around the wheel and the experience was surreal as the last time.
I spent well over an hour there and found the spot I stood in last year….felt the wind, the sun on my back and closed my eyes.
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