One of the advantages of having a blog is you can write whatever you want. Mostly, this blog focuses on history, but today we take a little diversion.
Two weeks ago I had the privilege of spending five days rafting down the
We passed through some of the most magnificent country I have ever seen. Its odd how desolate and beautiful always go together. The river is fed by snow melt, and is down to a trickle by mid-summer when the land reaches temperatures we associate with
On the way back home, a few Owyhee Haiku got written;
Flowing on since time began,
Blood among the sage,
Paint brush holds its glory close,
Seen by someone’s gods.
Not far from the river, on a rise, is the grave site of Jean Baptiste Charbonneau, the son borne to Sacagawea, during the Lewis and
I stayed there for quite a time, just listening to the wind and gazing out at the endless sky and high desert.
-Jim Longacre, Local Historian