
About midway between the towns of Reno and Winnemucca Nevada, lies the Forty-Mile Desert.
Before the first transcontinental railroad was completed in 1869, the life-giving Humboldt River Basin of Churchill County was the last water to be seen by many people slowly heading west to California by covered wagon.
During the height of the gold rush, upwards to 30,000 people annually emigrated west via the "Overland Emigrant Trail" which separated from the Oregon Trail near Fort Hall in Idaho and headed across the empty plains of Nevada to the gold fields in Placer County, located high in the rugged Sierra Nevada mountains and onwards to settlements and cities of northern California.
One of the more northern branches of the California Trail, the Truckee River Route, was used by the ill-fated Donner party. The Forty-Mile Desert route was originally touted as "a better way, being a shortcut."
The sign reads, "The 40-Mile Desert, beginning here, is a barren stretch of waterless alkali wasteland. It was the most dreaded section of the California Emigrant Trail. If possible, it was traveled by night because of the great heat.
The route was first traveled by the Walker-Chiles party in 1843 with the first wagon train. Regardless of its horrors, it became the accepted route, as it split five miles southwest of here into the two main trails to California--the Carson River and the Truckee River Routes.
Starvation for men and animals stalked every mile. A survey made in 1850 showed these appalling statistics: 1,061 dead mules, almost 5,000 horses, 3,750 cattle and 953 graves. The then-value of personal property lost was set at $1,000,000.
The heaviest traffic came from 1849 to 1869. It was still used after completion of the Central Pacific Railroad in 1869."
Thanks to photojournalist Pamela of "The Dust Will Wait", we can see just who is still using the perilous dusty, hot, desert trail...
Pamela suggests that this straggler has become separated from an Orange Barrel Train, and is very thirsty. We will never know the fate of this particular ORBA, but that nasty dent to the head makes me think this one will become a statistic and join the 1,061 dead mules...
A glimpse of the desert behind the suffering barrel really makes me admire the stamina, pluck, and courage of our ancestors. The overland journey from the Mid-West to Oregon and California meant a six month trip across 2,000 miles of 'difficult' country, traveled mostly on foot.
More Wagon Trail information (here)
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You're going to laugh but...my daughter DREAMED of safety cones this week. I suppose since I told her about the friend who is suspicious of them she has become suspicious too. My husband has something he wants me to post for you later but I don't want to ruin the surprise. ;-) Use your towel yet? Maybe it could ward off these stragglers from the cone colony!
Until I hunted out of Gilette Wyoming, I had no idea how barren parts of the West are...
OH yeah, the Mafia's favorite dumping place. It really is a desperate area.
This was all kinds of amazing! I had no idea where this was going. Started out sad and dreary and then I left with a smile.
Leave it to you to be able to do that!
I hope the poor thing took plenty to drink.
Blazing trail leads to a funny ;)
I really do wonder how they did it. Imagine what we do now, when we have heat in the upper 80s and 90s? We have air conditioning and don't think one thought about taking babies out in it...for any length of time. What in the world would ancestors think of us? WIMPY. That's what. :)
I'm always amazed by old west stories. I can't imagine the inner strength of those people. I'm in awe.
bwaaa ha ha ha ha haa.
loved it.
I sure giggled when I saw that in my photos.
Right behind the sign is the biggest outhouse I've ever seen. (like an 8 seater, I think. I have a photo of that and will be posting it on my blog sometime in the next few weeks.
Obviously, because --- there is no water there ---
ps. You can tell by the blur that I took that from the passenger window at probably 70 mph -- No wonder I didn't notice the cone when I shot it.
Looks very dry and barren to me. It's hard to imagine what those people went thru way back then. You see things in movies, and you wonder how in the world they survived it all. I know many didn't.
I feel sorry for that straggling ORBA. He may never see civilization again.
I'm sorry..i saw the word minammucka and my mind went right to the books and movies tales of the city...what did you say?.ha
I loved the little history lesson Iggy thanks so much!!
Poor lil guy with his dent in his head, I bet he has some history to speak of as well :o)
HUGS, hope you are having a good week!
Sometimes I bemoan of mnot living in a more simpler time...and then I read something like this and I can't imagine living without my beloved internet and Hemi engine. Me and the Hemi could take on the 40mile desert, but not in a covered wagon....
:-)
That picture makes me glad I live in Missouri :)
If the ORBA is any indication, it is a very dangerous place indeed.
that ORBA looks so lonesome and forlorn out there; makes me want to get into my covered wagon and go and rescue him. I'm so glad I didn't live in pioneer times; as often as we move, I'm sure I would have been on one of those trails somewhere in my adventures. I can't imagine traveling that far for that long period of time.
informative and cute entry today Iggy!
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Hi Iggy,
Come over to see who the winner is for my CSN giveaway!!! :-)
Nobody undertook that journey unless their other options were few. Some orange barrels find themselves in the same sorry plight.
Great post! You always tell interesting stories. The perseverance those folks had was amazingly unreal because today I doubt many could survive. You tell a great story. Have a great 4th!
I can see why my relatives decided to stay in Minnesota and not go any farther west. ;)
I remember lots of years growing up and living without air conditioning and sticking to your sheets or the chairs and not being able to sleep. We thought it was bad back then--can't imagine crossing a barren desert! Arg!!! The pioneers were a very hardy lot. Even the ones who stayed in the Midwest and lived in sod houses with the livestock. We have it pretty easy. ;)
Oh I would have just died in that desert..only the lucky survived back then..they must have been such strong people. Amazing! Great post I really enjoyed it:)
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