Showing posts with label Dubois. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dubois. Show all posts

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Dubois

One of the wonderful things about Wyoming is the diversity of the landscape as seen in the picture below...
Need some antlers?
How 'bout some skulls?
An old wagon?
I'd hate to have seen the animal this skull belonged to at one time!!!
Maybe the bear ate the animal that belonged to the skull?
More unusual landcape...these had lots of lavender and purple shades...

The rustic log buildings that line the main street look much as they did when the town was first settled in the late 1800's. The town is nestled in a valley between the Absaroka and Wind River mountain ranges. And yes, a river runs through it. The Wind River meanders peacefully through town on its way to join the Yellowstone River system.

Native Americans, fur traders, homesteaders, outlaws, and Scandinavian tie hacks are all part of the area's diverse cultural heritage. Legendary outlaw Butch Cassidy even spent a fall and winter living near Dubois before embarking on his most notorious crime spree. History buffs can learn more at the Dubois Museum/Wind River Historical Center.

The area is home to the largest herd of bighorn sheep in the lower 48 states. The National Bighorn Sheep Center tells its story in interpretive displays and takes visitors to view the sheep in winter.

Dubois, Wyoming was originally known as Never Sweat due to its warm and dry winds. However, the postal service found the name Never Sweat unacceptable so Dubois was accepted, named after Fred Dubois, an Idaho senator at the time. In protest, the citizens of Dubois rejected the French pronunciation, instead opting for Du with u as in Sue; bois, as oi in voice. The accent is on the first syllable.

The first occupants of the mountains and valleys surrounding what is now Dubois were the members of the Mountain Shoshone, who included the Wind River area in their regular annual migrations from the Great Plains through the mountains of Yellowstone and beyond. The area was visited regularly by the Astorians and other fur trappers and hunters in the early 19th century. The mountain man Jim Bridger visited the area on a number of occasions. The first homesteaders arrived in the late 1870s. In 1913, the town expanded with the addition of a hotel, a bar, and a general store, anticipating the arrival of Scandinavian lumber workers brought there by the Wyoming Tie and Timber Company the following year. (All of these structures are still standing.

St. Thomas Episcopal Church was founded in 1910 by Reverend John Roberts, an Episcopal missionary who served the Native American tribes on the Wind River.[

Heading Home Via Dubois

Some of the beautiful fall colors heading towards Dubois...
Some of the many types of equipment being used for construction in the Shoshone National Forest...
Dubois has long been connected with the timber industry. Beginning in 1914, the Wyoming Tie and Timber Company ran tie-cutting operations near Dubois, supplying ties to support the
CB&Q railroad. With the combined efforts of the Wyoming Recreation Commission, the
Wyoming Highway Department and the US Forest Service erected a memorial dedicated to the perpetuation of the memory of the hardy woods and river men who made and delivered the cross ties for building and maintenance of the Chicago and North Western Railway in this western country.


Rough, tough, sinewy men, mostly of Scandinavian origin, whose physical strength was nearly a religion. The millions of cross ties they hacked out of the pine forests kept the railroad running through the West. The tie hack was a professional, hewing ties to the exact 7 inches on a side demanded by the tie inspector. For years he was paid 10 cents a tie up to $3.00 for his dawn to dusk day. Board and room cost about 1.50 a day. Mostly bachelors, they lived in scattered cabins or tie camps and ate hearty meals at a common boarding house. Entertainment was simple and spontaneous. A few notes on a “squeeze box’ ‘ might start an evening of dancing, with hob nailed boots scarring the rough wooden floors. The spring tie drive down the Wind River usually ended with one big party in town with enough boozing and brawling to last them another year back in the woods.

These hard-working, hard-drinking, hardfighting men created an image that remains today only in tie hack legend. By the end of World War II, modern tools and methods brought an end to an era that produced the proud breed of mighty men—the tie hack.

A cut, shaped and peeled tie weighs 120 pounds. Each tie hack was responsible for shouldering his own ties and carrying them to a decking area located by one of the narrow roads through the forest. The hacks marked one end of the tie with his own symbol—a letter or number, and was
paid by the number of ties marked with his symbol. When winter snows arrived, horse drawn
bobsleds moved the ties to a banking area next to a dammed up pond. A bobsled loaded with
120 ties weighed 7 tons and was pulled by two horses. When the spring thaws came, tie hacks
dumped their ties into the ponds on smaller creeks and fed them into flumes for the journey
to the Wind River.