As I back-tracked through Idaho, to finally get on I-80 towards Cheyenne, Wyoming, I kept seeing brown historical signs along the way. I was almost to Wyoming when one of these Historial site just ahead signs peaked my curiosity. I took American History in college 3 times before I passed, so for me to take an interest in it now, was perplexing, even to me. I took exit and followed the arrows to Inman Caribou Targhee (still not real sure what Targhee is, but I was all about seeing some Caribou). Sadly, there were no Caribou but the trail was classic mid-west scenery and came complete with signs explaining the history of what I was seeing. Very interesting. I finally realized the road I was on was part of the Oregon Trail so I started paying a little more attention.
I took pictures of places where people made their way across the United States in the 1800’s, searching for a new and better life. The challenges they must have faced, their tremendous courage and their sheer determination really touched me. Actually, it hit home. I may not be in a covered wagon, but I can totally relate to those folks. Sometimes, the best parts of the journey are the unknown. I used to stress and drink over the unknown. I liked to know to plan and if anything changed, I was not mentally equipped to handle it. I had no faith. These days, I just trust. Whatever happens will happen, I must be courageous like those settlers and look forward to a better future, on day at a time.