On August 14th the Nimblewill Nomad headed south from Silverthorne, Colorado, to continue his trek o’er the Continental Divide National Scenic Trail. For the next 65 days he hiked theBackbone of the North American Continent as he trekked on down to Mexico. Along the way, Nomad was following a general route mapped out by Jonathan Ley.
Journal entries of the Nomad‘s day-by-day journey have been posted to the Journal section and are complete. Using the latest, lightweight, digital camera technology (see “Gear List”), Nomad was able to get some spectacular pictures. Please take a moment to check “Photos.”This was certainly a great adventure.
On Wednesday, October 17, 2007, at the Mexican border, Antelope Well, New Mexico (and less than two weeks before his 69th birthday), the old Nimblewill Nomad completed his southbound Continental Divide National Scenic Trail journey. By far, Odyssey ‘07 proved the most difficult of all previous treks. The loaded pack to haul provisions for great distances. The long, lonely days (and days) between resupply. The grueling climbs, countless of them in excess of 2,000 feet, above 10,000 feet, most-always proceeded by precipitous descents through rocks, boulders, and scree, no marked trail or treadway to guide the weary intrepid. And the weather, every conceivable form of weather: relentless wind, driving rain, pelting hail, sleet, snow, bone-chilling cold, scorching heat–and blue-perfect days–everything imaginable.
But the reward, ahh the reward–remote wilderness, vast, untouched stretches of Nature’s best, 360 to the hazy blue, where presented breathtaking vistas beyond belief, bringing humbling appreciation afforded only one who toiled and struggled for hours to gain such heaven-bound pinnacles. Standing atop the world, in such special places, are created there such priceless moments, moments even the best photographer could not capture–spellbinding raw expanse, awe-inspiring mountain sentinels, legions reaching far beyond the horizon, and endless miles of unfettered beauty.
In my journal entries, day-to-day, and in words so inadequate, have I tried expressing my feelings, thoughts, and emotions, all the while realizing these special times were afforded and lavished upon this old man through the continued grace of God. That He has provided me such good health, stamina, and resolve (to journey on) is indeed humbling. I daily thank and praise Him with all my heart.
So, to all dear family and friends, to my faithful readers and followers, to the steadfast sponsors of the old Nimblewill Nomad, thanks, thank you so much!
“God has two dwellings;
one in heaven, and the other in a meek and thankful heart.”
This video interview, of the Nimblewill Nomad, was taken by Andrew Skurka at a chance meeting in the Gila Wilderness of New Mexico, while hiking the CDT during the Nomad‘s Odyssey 2007.
Color of the Wind
After nearly eighteen months into their historic journey, which began May 14th 1804 from Wood River near St. Louis, thence to the mouth of the Columbia River, the Corps of Discovery reached the westernmost extent of their travels. On November 16th 1805 Gass wrote in his journal: “We are now at the end of our voyage, which has been completely accomplished according to the expectations of the expedition, the object of which was to discover a passage [the fabled Northwest Passage] by way of the Missouri and Columbia rivers to the Pacific ocean…” On that same day, Whitehouse wrote: “We are in now plain view of the Pacific Ocean. the waves rolling, & the surf roaring very loud…We are now of opinion that we cannot go any further with our Canoes, & think that we are at an end of our Voyage to the Pacific Ocean, and as soon as discoveries necessary are made, that we shall return a short distance up the River & provide ourselves with Winter Quarters.” Lewis traveled on that day, through Baker Bay, to explore Cape Disappointment and the (Long) beaches to the north. He returned the following day to a place called Station Camp, to rejoin the remainder of the Corps encamped there.
The location of Station Camp, where these above journal entries were written, has been established as being across from present-day Astoria, on the Washington side, near the Astoria/Megler Bridge — crossed by the old Nomad the next-to-final day during Odyssey 2004. At Station Camp, the Captains took a vote to decide where best to locate winter quarters. All members of the Corps had a say. Historically, and although not within the then bounds of the United States, this was the first vote cast by either a woman or a black — many years before either would suffer that privilege of citizenship. Of the twenty-eight or so votes cast, the majority chose to cross the Columbia and seek a suitable camp from that upriver side, the belief being that the most elk were to be found there.
On November 26th 1805 the Corps turned and proceeded up the north shore of the Columbia, seeking a point to cross that vast body of water. Later that day, and under the most dreadful conditions they successfully made the crossing. Weather conditions continued to worsen. Of that time and experience, and on November 28th 1805 Clark wrote: “rained all the last night we are all wet our bedding and Stores are also wet, we haveing nothing which is Sufficient to keep ourselves bedding or Stores dry…this is our present Situation; truly disagreeable. about 12 oClock the wind Shifted around to the NW. and blew with Such violence…O! how disagreeable is our Situation dureing this dreadful weather.” The following day Lewis wrote: “the wind being so high the party were unable to proceed with the perogues. I determined therefore to proceed down the river…in surch of an eligible place for our winter residence and accordingly set out early this morning in the small canoe accompanied by 5 men.”
On December 1st 1805 and still searching for a suitable winter campsite, Clark wrote: “The emence Seas and waves which breake on the rocks & Coasts to the SW. & NW roars like an emence fall at a distance, and this roaring has continued ever Since our arrival in the neighborhood of the Sea Coast which has been 24 days Since we arrived in Sight of the Great Western; (for I cannot Say Pacific) Ocian as I have not Seen one pacific day…” On December 5th 1805 Gass wrote: “There is more wet weather on this coast, than I ever knew in any other place; during a month, we have had three fair days; and there is no prospect of a change.”
On December 7th 1805 the Corps arrived at the place they named Fort Clatsop. On that day, Clark wrote: “…we assended a river [Lewis and Clark] which falls in on the South Side of this Bay [Youngs]…on a rise about 30 feet higher than the high tides leavel…this is certainly the most eligible Situation for our purposes…”
From December 7th 1805 to March 22nd 1806 the Corps remained at Fort Clatsop. During that three and one-half months Clark noted that there had been only six days with any sunshine, and only twelve without rain. Once the fort was built, they settled in to occupy their time with routine chores and activities. The better hunters hunted, others made salt, put in needed provisions, made/repaired clothing and gear. All traded with the Indians. Gass noted on March 13th, 1806 that “I this day took an account of the number of pairs of mockasons each man in the party had; and found the whole to be 338 pair.”
During the winter at Fort Clatsop, Clark worked his maps and Lewis expanded the field notes he’d gathered concerning zoological, botanical and anthropological data. The Captains also toiled much over their detailed plans for the Corps’ return. The Captains had intended to break winter camp no earlier than the first of April. However, due to the uncertain weather, they determined to set out for the mountains much earlier, there to wait out the snowmelt.
And so, on March 23rd 1806 the Corps began their return journey. On that day Clark wrote: “This morning proved So raney and uncertain that we were undeturmined for Some time whether we had best Set out…” Later in the morning “…the rain Seased and it became fair about Meridean, at which time we loaded our Canoes & at 1 P.M. left Fort Clatsop on our homeward bound journey.” In that same entry Clark also noted that “…at this place we had wintered and remained from the 7th of Decr. 1805 to this day and have lived as well as we had any right to expect…”
In 2004, the Nimblewill Nomad made his way from St. Louis to Cape Disappointment on the Pacific Coast, just as Lewis and Clark had done with the Corps of Discovery in 1804. In 2006 the Nomad has returned to Fort Clatsop , near Astoria, Oregon, to again walk in the 200 year footsteps of Lewis and Clark, as he follows their return trip of 1806, all the way back to St. Louis — where it all began. The Nomad began his journey at 1:00 p.m. on March 23rd, which is the time and date indicated by the original return expedition journals, and ended it in St. Louis, on September 23, also indicated by the original journals.
This odyssey is yet another exciting and wonderful journey, packed full with the spirit of both past and present. So why not come along! Follow the Nomad’s day to day journal entries as he completes this historic journey. After 100 days on the trail, Nomad interrupted his hike to let the Corps “catch up.” He returned to the trail on September 13th. Those final nine days are highlighted below.
Somewhere In The Past
I remember so vividly those hazy, seemingly endless bygone days of summer. I was a little barefoot tyke, running and playing the gravel streets about the sleepy little village where I was raised. Those days back then, those were the days of the monstrous steam locomotives, the “Iron Horses” of yesteryear. For this old codger, that was over sixty years ago now. The village was Russellville, one of the many stops along the old Missouri Pacific Bagnell Branch line. My chums and me, we’d be climbing trees or playing cowboys and Indians, when far away the familiar sound of the old train whistle would come drifting. Right then we’d turn, to scurry uptown, to the railroad depot, there to watch wide-eyed as the train came chugging through. Perhaps we’d place a penny on the rail, but mostly, we’d be there to experience that spell of magic – over and over again – the ground trembling and shaking beneath our feet, the belching and clanging, and that unforgettable smell of sulphur as the smoke swirled all around, usually engulfing us. Ahh, to this day, and in my memory do those magic moments remain. By simply closing my eyes, and after all these years, I can still hear, see, smell and feel the might and majesty of the old Iron Horse, a magic spell brought by its very presence.
The glory days of the Bagnell Branch Railroad came near the end of the nineteenth century, early into the twentieth, from 1882, when it opened, through the 1930s. Missouri Pacific Railroad finally abandoned the old line in 1962. Many folks today aren’t aware the train ever passed. Others have heard old timers tell, or can only vaguely recall those halcyon days themselves. The boom years were during the 1890s when railroad ties were in great demand, and again during the 1930s when Bagnell Dam was constructed, creating Lake of the Ozarks. Those were also the boom times for the little villages all along, including Russellville. The village of Bagnell was once known as the “Tie Capital of the World,” when huge rafts of crossties were floated down the Osage River to Bagnell. In the ‘30s, when the Osage River was impounded, that project was the largest of its kind in the world. Anyway, by the time I was old enough to recall the days of the railroad, the old Bagnell Branch was on its way out. No more daily passenger service. No more lumbering loads of ties going through. This was back in the ‘40s and ‘50s. Little did I know – the times, they were a’changin’ forever. Now-a-days the only trains rolling the old Bagnell Branch line are the ghost trains of the past. Their far-off whistle – only the lingering haunt of the trailing wind.
I can also oft’ remember wondering where those rumbling old trains came from – how did they get here, where did they go? So, no doubt you won’t be surprised, that after all these years, after all this time – curiosity finally got the best of me. Ahh indeed, it’s sure time to find out. It’s time to look, to discover – it’s time to walk the old MoPac Bagnell Branch line. And so, on November 19th this year that’s exactly what some friends and me did, a three-day trek. It was lots of fun.
Waiting For A Train