“Fall River Crossing Along The Old Army Iron Bridge -Ft. Laramie, Wyoming”

I have such a thing for old bridges as some of you know from previous posts. Well, above is an old army bridge near Ft. Laramie, Wyoming. This old historic bridge was built in 1875 by the US Army to provide military and immigrant crossings over the North Platte River to the Fort. This bridge was pivotal in providing transportation and trade in the region. It also provided passage to other military outposts, Indian agencies, and the gold fields in the Black Hills region of South Dakota. Without this bridge to link people together at the time, many peace treaties wouldn’t have happened. If you are going through and/or headed to Wyoming for a visit, be sure to make this bridge and the National Ft. Laramie sight a “must see”.

The Mysterious Beauty Of Pactola Lake, South Dakota

I have always been in awe at the mysterious beauty of Pactola Lake in the Black Hills of South Dakota. For anyone that’s been there, you know what I mean…especially for it’s deep blue-green color on a still day. When talking to friends and family about it and going to it’s Visitor Center, I learned there was an old mining town and resort beneath it. Before that, the land belonged to the Sioux Indians. To read more and how this lake now protects the people of Rapid City and vicinity, see PactolaLake.com.

Happy 4th Of July, What The American Flag Means

Everywhere we go on our travels, our Dog sits like this whenever he sees a flag. Every single time..even when we don’t know when a flag is flying. Some say he loves the colors. Some say he loves the flag….and maybe he respects and knows what it represents. Whatever the case, he makes us think about the flag and how thankful we are for this great great Country and everything it represents. We love our special boy so much!! Happy 4th Of July, Everyone!! #ThankfulForThisCountry #ItsNotAboutPolitics #ItsAboutFreedom #ItsAboutLoveForThisLandAndEveryoneAndEverything #Happy4thOfJuly

The Story Of Wyoming’s Indian Paintbrush


The First Indian Paintbrush
Once upon a time, a Blackfoot maiden fell in love with a wounded prisoner she was attending. The maiden realized that her tribe was only nursing its captive in order to torture him later. She planned an escape of the prisoner, accompanying him for fear of the punishment for such a deed. After some time in her lover’s camp she grew homesick for a glimpse of her old camp. She finally went to the site of her old camp, hid in the nearby bushes Continue reading “The Story Of Wyoming’s Indian Paintbrush”