We've lived within a few miles of trails that go alongside the old Oregon Trail route for years, and have been barely aware of it's existence. Michael and I found the trails this spring and this fall we finally loaded up the children who were willing to come and explored the scenery and wagon wheel ruts.
I kept pointed out how gorgeous the changing leaves in the valley were. I tried rhapsodizing to the boys, but alas their color blindness is not conducive to fall leaf gazing. Then I had to wander off and find Libby to oohh and ahhh with me. She was annoyed with Ethan, so that also fell flat. At least I enjoyed the leaves.
A word about the signs. Only take teenagers on the trails if you have the patience of Job. Ethan found the sign that told about the Natural Rim Opening that was the original site of Beaver Dick's Ferry. Yep. Ethan could not let pass unnoticed. Nor could he drop it. This made Libby (as aforementioned) short on patience. Sam at first was trying to figure out what was so funny, and then decided that he really didn't need to know. It was a long walk back to the van.
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