Saturday, August 1, 2009

177 Miles

We didn't taken an official "exploring" trip today as we had a dinner appointment tonight at Martin's Cove. It was a celebration for the missionaries who work in the visitor's center and was hosted by the High Priests Quorum in the stake. Martin's Cove is approximately 60 miles from the house and takes about an hour to get there.

Entertainment was provided by a group of missionaries playing strange instruments...basically anything that could make music (noise). A portion of the "band" is shown below.
Picnic tables were set up at the back of the visitor's center. Devil's Rock is in the middle of the picture.
When we left Martin's Cove, we took an off road for a little exploring. We found this momma deer and her babies.Maybe this was the daddy deer?
This is a grave we found on that road...
This is what I found out about it on the internet...

The grave of F.R. Fulkerson was noted by forty-niner J.G. Bruff on July 26, 1849, as he traveled through what he termed "Pass of the Rattle-Snake Mountain to the left of Devil's Gate." The survival of the large granite boulder used as the Fulkerson headstone and the sketch made of it by Bruff allows us to locate this grave precisely.

Frederick Richard Fulkerson, son of James M. and Mary Fulkerson, died July 1, 1847, while en route to Oregon. His father, James Monroe Fulkerson, was born in Lee County, Virginia, August 28, 1802. The family moved west to Tennessee in 1807 and then on to the Missouri frontier in 1817, where they settled in present Cole County. In 1823 James married Virginia-born Mary Ramsey Miller. By 1847 they had seven children. Frederick, their fourth child and oldest son, was born October 11, 1829.

In the spring of 1847 the Fulkersons and many of their relatives became part of an Oregon-bound party composed primarily of members of the Old Florence Baptist Church located near Jefferson City. Some three hundred congregation members joined a wagon train captained by James Curl. The 120-wagon company soon broke into four groups. The group calling itself "The Plains Baptist Church" was captained by the Reverend Richard Miller, who was Mary Fulkerson's brother and the husband of Nancy Leeper Fulkerson, a sister of James Fulkerson.
Accounts of the death of Frederick Fulkerson vary. The Curl family remembered it thus, "Mrs. [Caleb] Curl's [nÈe Margaret Fulkerson] brother took the fever, and Mr. Fulkerson, with two other families remained while the others went on. After nine days the young man, then aged eighteen, died near Devil's Gate." A granddaughter of James and Mary wrote, "When crossing the Platte River [Frederick] swam the river below the crossing to ford the stock over, as the river was so swift it tended to wash them downstream. He became so chilled and exhausted that he died and was buried near the crossing."

When Bruff passed the grave in 1849 he also noted, "Inscribed on a rock above the grave 'J.M. Fulkerson, June 26, '47.'" The inscription, which no longer exists, confirms that the family must have camped for at least a week during the final illness of Frederick Fulkerson. Upon his death a grave was dug at the foot of this rock. According to Bruff, the epitaph was painted on the face of the rock headstone, FREDERIC RICHARD, SON OF JAMES M. & MARY FULKERSON, DIED JULY 1, 1847, AGED 18 Years.

Two weeks later Mary Fulkerson died of mountain fever and was buried atop Names Hill on the Green River crossing of the Sublette Cutoff. Bruff saw this grave on August 7, 1849, and noted the engraving on a sandstone slab above the grave, "Mary, consort of J.M. Fulkerson, Died July 14, 1847." The site of Mary Fulkerson's grave became a burial ground for other victims of the trail and eventually developed into a pioneer cemetery. All these graves were destroyed by pipeline construction in the 1930s.
The existing incription, "T.P. Baker 1864," now found on the Frederick Fulkerson gravestone, is believed to be the graffiti of a passing traveler. Baker, whoever he was, left another nearly identical inscription on a rock face a half-mile farther on at the bank of the river.
Then closer to home, we took another off road to see what was down it. That's when we encountered cows crossing and standing in the road. I was beginning to think they wouldn't move.
Pathfinder Reservoir is the oldest reservoir along the North Platte River with over 21,000 acres of water.


















I love these pictures of the moon above the mountain and another spectacular Wyoming sunset.






































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