On our way home, we stopped at the Oregon Trail Interpretive Park. This was a great park with two short loops that walked you through the pioneer experience.
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It was interested to see the different “roads.” In my mind a road is a paved surface that climbs and descends slowly and steadily. This park drove home (hah!) the idea that a road was where the wagons went. At one point in the park you can see where five “roads” converge.
This was a point in the journey when the pioneers were very tired and they still had to get over the mountains before the snow came.
This tree bears the scars of the wagons rolling over its roots. How cool is that? This actual tree witnessed pioneers rolling right over its roots.
The first time I saw a covered wagon, I was pretty disappointed. They seemed so small. They were also much taller than I expected.