Historic Hood River
Meeker’s journey was before much of a road system existed through much of the territory he traversed. You can imagine his odd looking expedition crossing open country like this, stopping to rest or camp at convenient waysides.
This illustration is a snapshot taken without posing on an occasion of a noonday rest in Oregon. Frequently this “noon spell” would be extended long after the mid afternoon hour had passed and afforded the best opportunity of writing my journal, the foundation of my book. Then when we did make a start to travel toward the cool of the evening often dusj would overtake us before camp could be made.
The oxen, Twist and Dave, look the picture of content and health and gained in weight as I moved out on the Plains until Twist sickened one morning and died before night.