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Kathleen Meyer, covered wagon, wagon train, montana, draft horses, horseshoeing Wagons Ho!     MT CWT, 1989
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now for a new type of adventure
When Patrick and I set off, we were, between us: farrier, author, actor, editor, sailor, storyteller, packer, philosopher, commercial fisherman, drywall contractor, whitewater rafting guide, teamster, cowboy, teacher, canoeist, seakayaker, gourmet camp cook, wrangler, rambler, roughneck, and entrepreneur. Now for a new type of adventure. Wagons ho! Yessiree! In the 1850s, the wagons rolling west typically were built without drivers' seats. Everyone walked. Or sometimes rode a wheel horse (the team hitched closest to the wagon). If a person came up sick, a pallet was fashioned in among the stores of food and household belongs packed in the wagon bed. Because our covered wagon was heavy and jammed to the scuppers, one of us always walked, to spare the horses. Our team, Pancho and Lefty, were draft horses in top condition, but they were working to their limits “pulling our wagonload of camp bedding, pots and pans, food boxes, coolers, Coleman stove and lantern, a trunkful of clothes (petticoats, high-button shoes, bonnets, and such), horse tack, grain, battery post-and-wire paddock, a box of my books and our maps and notebooks, large tarps and tipi poles to create sheltered work areas, a mountain bike for laundry and grocery runs into towns, a shovel, an ax, an anvil, a forge, Patrick's shoeing tools, propane tanks, and a weighty assortment of steel bar-stock for turning horseshoes.” (Barefoot Hearted, Introduction)
 
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Through the Horses' Ears     WY CWT, 1990
 
“In spring, we again took to the trail: some paved, some dirt, some merely grass-grown wheel ruts. The Wyoming Centennial Wagon Train [a hundred wagons and, on some days, as many as six hundred outriders]—Casper to Cody over the course of a month—was our last leg and the most trying. Early American settlers in coming west had wound alongside rivers when they could, bottomland that today is mostly fenced and given over to irrigated field crops. Our sometimes five-mile-long entourage—flags and horses and wagons and support trucks—was routed instead across windswept cactus barrens.
         “Beneath the big desert sun, our days unfolded in a macaronic version of the Wild West. There were runaways, fistfights, and failing money supplies—much like a hundred fifty years ago. Wagons bogged down and turned over in mud holes and sand pits. Wheels broke. Horses took sick. A blond grit sifted into food containers and bedding and underwear. Every evening about dinnertime, a semi truck steamed into camp stacked high with hay for the stock: saddle horses, packhorses, draft horses, mules, burros. The train's water supply also arrived by truck. Two fat-bellied tankers made the rounds from circle to circle, one filling the fourteen stock tanks, the other the wagon barrels and canteens.
On the hottest candy-sticky days and when the supply of people's drinking water was judged to be in surplus, the tanker driver mercifully held the big hose for large gatherings of us standing around sudsing our sweat-itchy scalps and dust-laden hair. Out of a second semi, a mobile grocery store operated. You could purchase the overpriced food conveniently offered at its back door, or do as we did and con tourists agog over visiting an authentic-looking wagon train into taking away a list of desired fresh vegetables, milk, and eggs, and delivering them to the next camp. Each afternoon about two o'clock, after the day's stint of hauling up steep sagebrush grades and filing though sandstone canyons, invariably we topped some rise and through the horses' ears I would glimpse across a sun-bleached landscape a little town of white buildings. It was the same town every day. Thirty-eight portable outhouses trucked in for the night's camp.” (from Barefoot Hearted)


*Unless otherwise noted, photographs on this Website were taken by Kathleen Meyer. CWT stands for Centennial Wagon Train.

 

 
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Camped at Heart Butte, Wyoming
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