Rosie the Riveter/World War II Home Front NHP, Richmond, California

Poster from Rosie the Riveter/World War II Homefront NHP

It’s not too often I get to meet people who helped shape history. Usually, I read about them, even study them, but with historic figures, they are usually longer with us. At the Rosie the Riveter/World War II Home Front NHP in Richmond, California, I luckily met Marian Wynn and Kay Morrison who had just finished a shift talking to visitors about their World War II experiences. They fought on the home front in the most horrendous war in human history. Without people like them, we might not have defeated the totalitarianism of the 1940s. They helped create the world we live in. We’ll come back to Kay and Marian in a minute.

Granted, a lot of people won the war.  Of course, the soldiers, sailors, and air crews who attacked the Axis Powers had the main role. The Merchant Marines who supplied the global war machine served and sacrificed as well. The factories in the United States feed the war effort with tanks, planes, ships, helmets, rifles, boots, uniforms, food, and everything that the fighting forces needed. The U.S. factories and industries supplied not only our military, but the fighting men and women of our allies. This NPS site documents and celebrates the home front which played a vital role in winning World War II.

Before we get to the home front, here’s a brief review of the events that lead to the United States entering World War II. The flawed Versailles Peace Treaty which ended World War I unfairly punished Germany for a war that both sides hungered for. The resultant economic chaos in Germany in the 1920s led to the rise of Hitler and his Nazi Party which began to rearm their military in the 1930s. The Great Depression on the 1930s worsened people’s ability to resist extreme solutions like Fascism. Germany tested its new weapons and tactics as it aided Franco in the Spanish Civil War where it fine-tuned the lightning strikes of blitzkreig. On September 1, 1939, Germany invaded Poland, and consequently, Britain declared war on the Nazis. By 1940, Germany had invaded and occupied France, Denmark, Norway, Czechoslovakia, Belgium, Netherlands, and parts of Poland.

Meantime, war had erupted in Asia even earlier. Japan invaded Manchuria in 1931, began ravaging China in 1937, and created the Greater East Asia Co-prosperity Sphere which targeted most of Asia. The flag of the Rising Sun spread around East Asia as the Japanese military aggressively expanded its power and captured new territories.

The United States, remembering the shocking devastation of Europe in World War I, remained neutral, although some in government, including President Franklin Roosevelt, saw the war clouds building. They prepared for war. As death and destruction engulfed Europe and Asia, Roosevelt sent war materiel abroad and even provided U.S. Navy escorts for English convoys. These destroyers engaged with German U-boats in the summer of 1941. The U.S. cut off Japan’s oil supply that fall, and with its fuel supply dwindling, Japan launched the surprise attack on Hawaii on Dec. 7, 1941 which threw the U.S. into World War II.

The U.S. held a unique and enviable position. It had no common borders with its enemies, and its homeland was safe from serious attack. As a result, its factories remained undamaged and quickly converted to producing the many things needed by the Allied military. Ford automobile plants switched to making jeeps and trucks, factories like the Wadsworth Watch Company began to turn out gun, bomb, and compass parts, and textile mills spun 1,000,000,000 pounds of wool in 1942 to make G.I. uniforms. War work lifted the U.S. out of the Depression while helping to thwart the gains of the Axis powers in Europe, Russia, and Asia.

Workers lined up outside the Kaiser Employment Office at Shipyard #2 (Exhibit photo)

With 16,000,000 men in uniform, who worked in these factories and plants?  Women, of course. Before the war, 12,000,000 women held jobs outside the home. By 1944, that number rose to 18,000,000. Additionally, minorities who could not work in factories before the war found jobs there. By the end of the war, the United States produced more than ½ of the world’s industrial output, thanks to many people, but in particular, to women and minorities.[1]

Richmond, California, north of Oakland, played an essential role in the home front. Henry J. Kaiser built four of the fourteen Richmond shipyards. Part of the Kaiser company's success entailed prefabricating ship components off-site, which increased the efficiency and speed of production. Previously unskilled workers did the repetitive jobs like welding pipes together. This is where Marian and Kay came into the picture.

Kay Morrison and Marian Wynn ending their volunteer shift at the park (Photo by Hunner)

With just two weeks training as a welder, Kay Morrison worked the grave yard shift from January 1943 to August 1945. She told me: “We’re one of the reasons we won the war. We’re FDR’s secret weapon.”[2] Marion Wynn also welded pipes for the Victory ships which were sent to the docks for final assembly. Marion worked at Richmond for the last eleven months of the war and came to the shipyard after her brother died on the beaches of Normandy during the D-Day invasion. Both of these women continue to volunteer at the park as well as do community events around the Bay area. Another woman worker, Marian Sousa, a draftsman at Shipyard #3, perhaps summed up their humble sentiments: “I specifically didn’t do anything great, but I participated in something that was great.”[3]

Kay pointing herself out in the group picture of pipe welders in 1945. (Photo by Hunner) 

The icon of Rosie the Riveter first popped up in a song released by the Four Vagabonds in early 1943: “She’s part of the assembly line/ She’s making history working for victory/Rosie the Riveter.” Norman Rockwell’s famous painting of Rosie appeared on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post on May 29, 1943. Across the country, women started working at jobs previously held by men: welders, machinists, electricians, carpenters, mechanics, and at railyards, gas stations, on farms, in the military. Women even served as pilots and ferried planes across the country from factories to airfields before men flew them into combat.

Norman Rockwell's cover on the Saturday Evening Post (Exhibit poster)

To celebrate Rosie and all of the Homefront workers who helped win the war, the NPS has taken over the old Ford Assembly plant. During the war, this plant made more than 60,000 military vehicles including tanks, Army trucks, half-tracks, tank destroyers, personnel carriers, scout cars, amphibious tanks, and bomb lift trucks.[4]

Other parts of Richmond, especially the other shipyards, played vital roles in building the ships necessary to move troops and supplies for this world war. Richmond launched 747 ships between 1942 and 1945, the most of any shipyard in the country. The U.S. built a total 3,200 Liberty and Victory ships.  

Aerial photo of Shipyard #2 at Richmond. The Ford Assembly plant is at the upper right hand corner. (Exhibit photo) 

Shipyard No. 3 (listed on the National Register of Historic Places) is the only surviving wartime yard in the Bay Area. At Shipyard 3 is moored the S.S. Red Oak Victory. It is a World War II Victory ship built in the Richmond Shipyards in 1944. It carried supplies and troops to the Pacific Theater during the war, and stayed active through the Korean and Vietnam wars. It is listed on the National Register of Historic Places to recognize its military, transportation, and engineering significance as an ammunition and cargo vessel during WWII.

U.S.S. Red Oak Victory at Shipyard #3. (Photo by Hunner)

One of Henry Kaiser’s innovations was health care. In 1942, he created the Permanente Health Plan for shipyard workers. This instituted a three-tier medical care system with first-aid stations in the shipyards, a field hospital, and a main hospital. One of Kaiser's original first-aid stations remains intact in Shipyard No. 3. The field hospital also still exists and is now privately owned.  This health care system is now Kaiser Permanente, an integrated health care system that cares for millions of people in California.

Kaiser instituted another innovation at his shipyards-- child care for families working in his shipyards. The child care centers had progressive early-childhood education programming, nutritional meals and snacks, on-site nurses, art lessons, and family counseling. Some of the centers operated around the clock, although most opened at 6 am and closed at 6 pm. Today, the largest Kaiser childcare center --  the Maritime Center -- is owned by the Rosie the Riveter Trust and houses a re-created wartime classroom exhibit.

In most parks that I visit, I ask rangers about climate change. At Rosie the Riveter NHS, Karen (a retired Kindergarten and First Grade teacher who volunteers  at the front desk) replied that she tours visiting 4^th graders along the waterfront. She talks about how these docks at Richmond could be underwater in 100 years.  She tells the students that we need to take care of the planet for future generations just like during World War II, “everyone came together to support the war. We need to do that for the climate today.” Karen emphasized that she wants to make a personal connection with young visitors about climate change since they will inherit this earth.

Shoreline outside of the Visitors' Center at Rosie the Riveter (Photo by Hunner)

By war’s end, the Home Front had dramatically changed the nation. Granted, many women and minorities faced a return to pre-war status as returning vets got their jobs back. Despite the three million women dismissed from their jobs in the immediate post war period, women employment has continued to rise from 16.8 million in 1946 to 31.6 million in 1970. This growing freedom in the job market for women and minorities led to vast social change. As Fanny Christina Hill is quoted in the exhibit: “Hitler was the one who got us out of the white folks’ kitchen.”

In addition to the movement of women into the work force, World War II transformed the population distribution of the nation. Social historian James Gregory says: “World War II set off the greatest sequence of human relocation in American history. At least 57% of the population changed residence during the war years, 21% of them migrating across county or state lines…. California, Oregon, and Washington gained more than three million newcomers during the 1940s.”[5] The American West won big in this migration, ending its colonial status with the East Coast and growing into a powerful region of the country.

Full employment, health care, child care, under-represented people in the workforce, new assembly methods, shifts in demographics, the unintended consequences of the swift changes in U.S. society on the home front proved vital in winning the war. Without Marian, Kay, and millions of Rosies (including my mom, Anna LaShelle), our world might have succumbed to the dark forces of totalitarianism.

Rosie the Riveter/World War II Homefront NHP, 1414 Harbour Way South, Suite 3000, Richmond, CA 94804, (510) 232-5050. It was designated a National Historical Park on October 25, 2000.

Trinidad Gutierrez and Molly Alcanto change lamps and oil cans on incoming trains. (Exhibit photo)

[1] Statistics taken from the exhibit panels and the movie at the Rosie the Riveter/World War II Home Front NHS.

[2] Interview with Kay Morrison by Jon Hunner, June 13, 2016 at the Rosie the Riveter NHS.

[3] Exhibit text at Rosie the Riveter NHS.

[4] History & Culture – Rosie the Riveter WWII Home Front National Historical Park (U.S. National Park Service http://www.nps.gov/rori/learn/historyculture/index.htm

[5] James N. Gregory, “Internal Migration: Twentieth Century and Beyond.” Oxford Encyclopedia of American Social History (New York: Oxford University Press, 2012), 542.

Ciao to the Western Leg of the Driven by History Road Trip through our Parks

Over the last five weeks, I went west. I drove almost 7,000 miles through ten states and visited twenty-three NPS units. I went to places whose natural beauty took my breath away and to sites of troubled conscience. I drove to parks which leveraged our pasts like fulcrums, and I met people who lived through historic events. I heard stories about local heritage and about our lands, both inside and outside the parks. I had a busy itinerary which I recount at the end of this blog.  

I drove a lot, and still I sadly had to bypass museums, historic sites, even NPS units without stopping. At first, I blamed my tight travel schedule, but as I passed some sites, I grew to know myself better and what drives me. My dad, Paul Hunner, drove to drive. Even in his 60s, he took the wheel and drove through the night on a trip from Albuquerque to California while I slept. So this drive that I have to drive, I got from Dad. It makes for some sleepless nights, but I like the drive.

Here are some less personal observations and conclusions from the western leg of the Driven by History Road Trip.

First, the public loves our national parks. I saw thousands of people find their parks at Arches National Park (NP), Yosemite NP, and the Grand Canyon NP. I saw good crowds at lesser known units like Manzanar National Historic Site (NHS) and Klondike Gold Rush National Historical Park (NHP). And even at the least known sites like Minidoka NHS in rural Idaho, people had made it a destination visit on Memorial Day weekend.

A crowd watching the sunset on the South Rim of the Grand Canyon (Photo by Hunner)

Second, every day I met interesting people. NPS staff provided essential information at visitors’ centers and kiosks. Park rangers gave interesting tours and talks, both to groups as well as fielding my many questions. Often, we had thoughtful conversations about history, the public, and the NPS. Traveling alone for days on end, I became a chatty guy with strangers. At RV parks, gas stations, restaurants, and the parks, I chatted with touring families, with foreign travelers, with wait people, in truth with anyone who would listen. Most people were friendly, even engaging, and when I mentioned I was a historian, they often told stories of their heritage, of their land, and of their beliefs. I met a lot of good people.

Quote from a store front at Grand Canyon (Photo by Hunner)

Third, the parks are in danger. Their popularity threatens them since Congress does not adequately fund them. The NPS estimates that they have a $12,000,000,000 backlog in deferred maintenance at their 410 units. Every year, new parks are added without increases in the NPS budget. NPS staffing is asked to do more with less. This has consequences. For example, at the end of June, the Grand Canyon declared a level 2 water emergency. The Transcanyon Pipeline and a pump at Indian Gardens had failed, and water couldn’t get up to the South Rim. I heard that if the two week supply of stored water ran out, a Level 3 water emergency would close the park. Imagine, the Grand Canyon closed at the height of the tourist season celebrating the NPS’s centennial because of its aging equipment. Fortunately, the pipeline and pump are back working, and the Grand Canyon remains open.

A different threat to the NPS exists. Waterfront parks like Jamestown at Colonial NHP in Virginia, Rose the Riveter/World War II Homefront NHP in California, and the Statue of Liberty/Ellis Island National Memorial (NM) in New York could go under water as oceans rise. A multi-year drought has killed millions of evergreen trees in the Sierra Nevadas. These trees could catch fire and sweep through the groves of the big trees at Yosemite and Sequoia. In reply to my concerns about forest fires sweeping through parks, a  ranger at Kings Canyon NP said that maybe we are the last generation that will see the giant sequoias. Her comment still shocks and haunts me. Could we be the last to see the biggest living things on earth. As environmental historian William Tweed asks: what will happen if there are no Joshua Trees at Joshua Tree NP? What happens when there are no glaciers at Glacier NP?

Dead evergreen trees seen on the floor of Yosemite Valley between El Capitan and Bridal Veil Falls show the effects of the multi-year drought in California. (Photo by Hunner)

Fourth, despite these challenges of climate chaos and chaotic funding, the NPS has many things going well for it. Incredible people work at the parks who are friendly, enthusiastic, knowledgeable, engaged, and dedicated. People like Alisa Lynch at Manzanar NHS who took an hour out of her morning to talk to me and then included other visitors who came into our discussions. People like Lance Gambrel, who took me on a special tour of the south rim of the Grand Canyon after he got off work so we could watch the sun set at Hermit’s Rest. Since he was still wearing the Ranger uniform and hat, he fielded questions from kids who were thirsty for information. 

Grand Canyon Ranger Lance Gambrel fielding questions from a family (Photo by Hunner)

I met many people who volunteered at the parks-- people like Tom Wilson at Fort Clatsop and Dennis Torresdal, John Prutsman, and Betty Meeks  at Fort Vancouver. Without a dedicated corps of volunteers like these and thousands of others, visitors to the parks would miss the interactions and recreations that enrich their experiences.

I experienced two very popular programs run by the parks. The first is the Junior Ranger program, where children and teens race around the exhibits and answer questions about that particular park. For Lance, quizzing the Junior Rangers is a favorite part of his job. I witnessed two older teenagers doing a hip-hop version of the Banana Slug dance at Redwoods NP. I met the Rich family from Georgia as their two boys tore around the Death Valley visitors’ center filling out a question sheet and doing activities. Over the years, the family had visited 200 parks where the boys have earned their Junior Rangers’ badges and certificates. Here's their Facebook page: Fall Back in Love with America. I saw a lot of young people high on history at the parks.

Junior Ranger gear at a Gift Shop in Grand Canyon (Photo by Hunner)

For adults the NPS passport book also proved popular. At each park, and sometimes at multiple places in bigger parks, I filled my blue passport book with stamps which stated the place and date of the visit. I often had to wait in line as others did the same. I heard that some people even stamped their real passports. I saw a lot of people excited and high on our national parks.

My last observation is that I am a lucky man to be able to do this. Lucky to have the time and resources to take this road trip through the parks, lucky to be able to write about it, lucky to follow this dream of driving through history. Thanks for joining me.

Here’s a summary of the west coast trip. On May 12, I shot out of Las Cruces and followed El Camino Real de Tierra Adentro and the Santa Fe National Historic Trail (NHT) up the spine of New Mexico. Once in Colorado, I visited Bent’s Old Fort NHS and Sand Creek Massacre NHS, and then Fort LarnedNHS in Kansas. After a quick return to New Mexico, on May 25 I headed out again and hiked Arches NP, smelled the coal fired locomotive at Golden Spike NHS, ate dust at the Minidoka NHS which had interned American citizens during World War II, followed the Oregon Trail and the Lewis and Clark NHTs, stopped at the radioactive Manhattan Project NHP at Hanford, Washington, visited the Klondike NHS in Seattle, and spent a morning at Fort Vancouver NHS across the river from Portland. For several days, I toured the mouth of the Columbia River looking for Lewis and Clark and the Corps of Discovery. I then drove south down the Pacific Coast with visits at Redwoods NP and Fort Ross California State Park. In the San Francisco, I enjoyed the San Francisco Maritime NHS at Fisherman’s Wharf and Fort Point under the Golden Gate Bridge. I met two women welders from World War II at the Rosie the Riveter NHS and spent more time with big trees at the Muir Woods NM. Over Father’s Day weekend, I communed with nature and John Muir at Yosemite NP and hugged some more giant trees, this time sequoias at Kings Canyon NP. Then swinging around the south end of the Sierra Nevadas, I went to Manzanar NHS, through Death Valley NP, and over to Grand Canyon NP.  I ended the trip with a visit to First Mesa on the Hopi Indian Reservation. So far, I have blogged about half of these places and plan on catching up over the next month before I bolt out of here and head east.

By August, I will be back on the road heading east on Route 66 NHT and into the past. I will continue to visit pre-Contact Native American sites like Hopewell Mounds NHP, colonial sites like Castillo de San Marcos NM in Florida, Revolutionary parks like the Adams NHP in Boston, and battlefields like Cowpens National Battlefield (NB) in South Carolina, Civil War sites all over, and industrial units like Lowell NHP and New Bedford NHP both in Massachusetts. I also will go to civil rights sites like Women’s Rights NHP at Seneca Falls, New York, Frederick Douglas NHS in D.C., and the Selma to Montgomery NHT in Alabama. As I drive to these and many other parks in the east and south, let me know if I am going to your favorite park.

This is a damn big country, and I’ve only gone to a third of it. I better get driving.

Have a happy Fourth of July.

My rig for touring the parks (Photo by Hunner)

Manhattan Project National Historical Park at Hanford, Washington

It is tricky to get your arms around one of the newest units of the NPS-- tricky because it exists in three states, tricky because it entails challenging scientific information, tricky because the sites are not open to the public, and tricky because of its contested history. The three sites included in the Manhattan Project NHP – Hanford, Washington, Los Alamos, New Mexico, and Oak Ridge, Tennessee-- commemorate one of the crowning achievements of the U.S. which ended the most horrific war in history as well as the places which created a weapon of mass destruction that could end human existence on earth.

On my western road trip through the National Parks, I stopped by the Hanford nuclear site. On the wind swept plains in a loop of the Columbia River, I drove past complexes of gray buildings surrounded by chain link fences and patrolled by security guards in SUVs. That was the closest I got to this historic place which helped create the Atomic Age. The site is not open to the public due to security and health concerns. I then visited the nearby Reach in Richland, a new museum about the area which combines exhibits on the natural beauty of the area with the Manhattan Project. This is a complex encounter.

Outside Area 300 at Hanford, WA. (Photo by Hunner)

In 1938, as the world descended into the Second World War, German physicists in Berlin split or fissioned the atom. This discovery spread through the world’s nuclear scientists like a prairie wild fire. These scientists knew that if the energy released from atomic fission was harnessed into a weapon, the destructive power would be immense. Afraid of that power in the hands of the Nazis, scientists in England scrambled to catch up with their own nuclear research.

After Pearl Harbor thrust the United States into the war, the United States organized the Allied efforts to create an atomic bomb under the Army Corps of Engineers. Many peoples and places contributed to the effort, but the three main sites were the main research and development laboratory at Los Alamos, the uranium enrichment plant at Oak Ridge, and the plutonium reactor at Hanford. We will explore Los Alamos and Oak Ridge in future postings, so let’s focus on Hanford’s contribution.

To split an atom and create an explosion, atoms need to be slightly unstable to begin with. Scientists identified two elements suitable for such work—Uranium 235 and Plutonium 249. Oak Ridge processed uranium ore into the rare isotope of Uranium 235 using massive centrifuges and microscopic filters. Making plutonium requires a different method since it is totally man-made. At Hanford, uranium ore was put into Reactor B, bombarded by neutrons, and like an alchemist’s transmutation, turned into a totally new element, plutonium.

To build a plant to make plutonium, the Army Corp of Engineers had several criteria for site selection. First, the ten by sixteen mile section of land had to be ten miles from the nearest road and twenty miles from the nearest railroad. To cool the reactor, the site needed 25,000 gallons of water per minute. To power the reactor, it needed at least 100,000 kilowatts. The mighty Columbia River with its massive flow and its hydroelectric power fit the bill. Once selected, 137,000 construction workers at the Hanford Engineering Works put up 1,200 buildings in addition to Reactor B.

Reactor B at Hanford, Washington (From exhibit at Reach Museum, Richland, WA.)

According to Reach museum docent and retired nuclear scientist Gary Busselman, the processing of uranium created eight pound rods which when irradiated at Reactor B, produced small spots of plutonium the size of a pen point. An atomic bomb needs around seventeen pounds of plutonium to explode. So, this nuclear process created a lot of radioactive waste. We’ll look at this legacy at the end of this blog.

The plutonium from Hanford was used in the “Fat Man” bomb. Scientists at Los Alamos worked on this unique weapon which imploded—where conventional explosives created shock waves which went inward, compressing the plutonium core, and creating the chain reaction which split atoms and released an incredible amount of energy. The Fat Man bomb was tested at the Trinity site in the New Mexico desert on July 16^th, 1945 with the equivalent force of eighteen tons of TNT. Fat Man detonated over the Japanese city of Nagasaki on August 9^th with about 40,000-50,000 dead from the explosion.

Photo of Fat Man Atomic Bomb (From Reach Museum, Richland WA.)

 Three days earlier, the US had detonated a uranium atomic bomb over Hiroshima with an immediate loss of life of 60,000 to 70,000 people. More died in the ensuing months in both cities from “radiation sickness.”  This one-two punch from a devastating new weapon forced the Japan to surrender. World War II killed 60,000,000 people, both soldiers and civilians, maybe more. Perhaps it took such a horrendous weapon to end the most horrific war in human history.

The end of World War II did not end Hanford’s mission. The Cold War with the Soviet Union and the resultant nuclear arms race depended on this site to continue to produce plutonium. In the 1960’s, Hanford churned out 2/3rds of the plutonium for our weapons’ stockpile. Atomic bombs became hydrogen weapons, some 1,000 more powerful than those used over Japan. The U.S. and the U.S.S.R. had the ability to commit Cliocide, the death of the muse of history and of humanity.

Exhibit at Reach Museum, Richland, WA (Photo by Hunner)

Since the end of the Cold War, the world has edged back from a nuclear Armageddon; however the environmental legacy of creating materials that are toxic for tens of thousands of years remain controversial. At Hanford, the radioactive waste was stored in 177 single shell underground metal tanks. The Reach’s exhibit on the Manhattan Project notes that 7,500,000 gallons of radioactive liquid waste were stored in these tanks with 1,250,000 gallons of toxic sludge that has settled in the bottoms. The Department of Energy which manages all our nuclear facilities is actively removing this waste and remediating the poisonous material in the storage tanks. It is no easy feat.

Storage tanks for radioactive waste left over from the Manhattan Project and the Cold War
(From exhibit at the Reach Museum, Richland, WA.)

Part of the challenge is that plutonium remains toxic for 240,000 years. Other radioactive elements in the waste harmful to humans and other living things, such as Iodine 131, Strontium 90, and Cesium 137 have shorter toxic lives. Despite the rosy film at the Reach which concludes that the remediation is successfully cleaning up Hanford and returning it to a pristine natural reserve, some people  disagree. They note that the DOE has spent $19,000,000,000 only on waste removal from the leaking tanks without a spoonful actually being cleaned up. Leaks continue to make their way to the nearby Columbia River. A saying I heard several times is that ‘the solution to pollution is dilution.” As mentioned in previous blogs, the Columbia River is massive. I fear that its rolling on radioactively is not a good thing.

Waste remediation continues at Hanford (Photo by Hunner)

In November 2015, I participated in a Scholars’ Forum to help the NPS figure out how to interpret the Manhattan Project NHP. For two days, about twenty-five atomic historians, community members, staff from the NPS, the Department of Energy, and the Army Corps of Engineers, as well as two representatives from the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki discussed what should be included in the exhibits.

We discussed the key elements needed to tell the story of the Manhattan Project, including the scientific discoveries, the historical context of World War II, the destruction of the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the nuclear environmental legacy, and the Cold War and its aftermath. The representatives from the Japanese Atomic Cities were not so interested in discussing those questions that we atomic historians gnaw on—who did what to create these weapons? Did we need to use the bombs on Japan to force its surrender? Why two bombs? The Japanese delegation stated several times with forceful  dignity (and produced letters from their mayors saying the same thing) that they hoped that people would come away from their encounter with the Manhattan Project NHP concluding “Never Again.” Most of us at the table agreed with them. 

As with all new parks, the NPS is now developing an interpretive plan for the Manhattan Project parks which could take several years to finalize. In the meantime, the three communities are exploring their options. For example, Ellen McGhee at Los Alamos showed me a picture of a tunnel used right after World War II to store atomic bombs. She said this might be a place to install an exhibit.

The legacy of the Manhattan Project is manifold. It helped end World War II in August 1945, sparing numerous lives—both Allied military poised to invade Japan’s home islands as well as the Japanese who would resist the invasion. Nuclear weapons then entered the arsenal of some countries at large costs in funding and material. Even today, decades after the end of the Cold War, we spend billions on maintaining our nuclear stockpile. And finally, the environmental legacy of our nuclear production will continue to plague humans and the earth for thousands of years to come.

The Manhattan Project National Historical Parks became part of the NPS on Nov. 9, 2015 with a joint memorandum of understanding between the Departments of Interior and Energy. We will return to these parks in the future when I visit Oak Ridge and Los Alamos. 

Fort Vancouver National Historic Site at Vancouver, Washington

“Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through.

Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew.

Canadian Northwest to the ocean so blue,

Roll on, Columbia, roll on!

CHORUS: Roll on, Columbia, roll on.

Roll on, Columbia, roll on.

Your power is turning our darkness to dawn,

Roll on, Columbia, roll on.”

Words by Woody Guthrie, music based on "Goodnight, Irene" (Huddie Ledbetter and John Lomax)

The Columbia River rolls on -- as Woody Guthrie has noted. It dominates the landscape and nurtures the Native American civilizations which have lived in the region for thousands of years. It provides routes of transportation, sustenance, and spirituality to the peoples of the region. It is truly one of the mightiest rivers in the United States.

Europeans first entered the Pacific Northwest by ship in the late 18^th century. Then the new United States of America made an entry with the Corps of Discovery’s expedition. Led by Lewis and Clark (see previous blog), they explored the river in 1805-06. Once these explorers published their reports of the rich wildlife they found, particularly of the beaver and other fur pelts, trappers moved into the region. By the 1820s, the English Hudson Bay Company (HBC) established its presence on the Columbia River and eventually claimed 700,000 square miles in the American West, from British Columbia to Spanish California and from the Rocky Mountains to the Pacific Ocean. The HBC oversaw the “Columbian Department” with its two dozen forts and outposts and its 1,000 employees who gathered the abundant fur.

 

Walkway to Fort Vancouver with garden on left (Photo by Hunner)

Beaver reigned supreme in the fashions of Europe in the first half of the 19^th century (see the Grand Portage blog on April 4^th, 2016). To satisfy the lust for beaver, the HBC established its headquarters on the banks of the mighty Columbia River. Accessible by sea and servicing the inland water ways, Ft. Vancouver prospered for a while and then in an unintended way, opened up the region to the United States in the middle of the 19^th century.

Chief Factor Dr. John McLoughlin's House (Photo by Hunner)

The main administrator at Fort Vancouver, called the Chief Factor, managed the far flung activities of HBC’s Columbian Department. Perhaps HBC’s most important administrator was Dr. John McLoughlin who started with them as a physician and eventually became the Factor at Fort Vancouver. The site’s NPS brochure notes that his job “was to keep peace with the Indians, squeeze Americans out of the market, and firmly establish the British claim to all of Oregon.” However, the compassionate McLoughlin could not turn away the ragged Oregon Trail emigrants who straggled into his Fort and provided aid to these destitute travelers. As Fort volunteer Ron Cronin mentioned: McLoughlin “served the seeds of the removal of the British from here.” After his time as Factor, McLoughlin moved to Oregon City and became a U.S. citizen. The waves of U.S. farmers and merchants washed over both the HBC and the region’s Native Americans, neither who could do little to prevent American occupation and then ownership.

Volunteer Ron Cronin attends at the company store (Photo by Hunner)

As the first permanent European settlement in the Northwest, Ft. Vancouver was a lively mixture of many peoples, and the vigorous trade in furs drove many at the Fort. It was a diverse group of peoples—thirty-five different Native American tribes, Scottish, English, Americans, even a large contingent of Hawaiian Islanders. The multicultural country that the U.S. is today was mirrored in the collection of peoples who resided at Fort Vancouver in the 1840s. These different peoples used a language called Chinook Trade jargon to communicate. NPS volunteer Betty Meeks, who was stationed at the Surgeon’s House when I visited, spoke some phrases for me. She said: “Muck a muck some chug” translated into “Drink some water.”

Inside the palisades lived the British residents including the Factor, clerks, storekeepers, blacksmiths, and physicians. In the Village outside of the fort’s walls, up to 300 people of mixed ethnicities resided. An interesting contingent in the Village was the Sandwich (or Hawaiian) Islanders, who followed the British to Fort Vancouver because of their contact with HBC through their Pacific Ocean trading ships.

Houses in the Village with the Fort in the background (Photo by Hunner)

The Fort not only collected the furs from the vast hinterlands of the Columbian Department, it also provisioned the trappers and the sailors who worked for the HBC. Two ovens manned by four bakers cooked biscuits and hard tack for the fort’s 200 to 600 inhabitants as well as for the trappers, traders, and ship crews all involved with gathering and transporting the fur bounty from the Northwest to England.

Volunteer Dennis Torresdal hammers iron into an ax head
(Photo by Hunner)

Volunteer John Prutman demonstrates how a beaver trap works
(Photo by Hunner)

More Fort volunteers manned the blacksmith shop. John Prutsman kept up a lively patter as Dennis Torresdal fashioned an iron ax head taken red hot out of the coal fires. the smell of coal burning permeated parts of Fort Vancouver. Dennis quietly hammered and pumped the bellows while front man John demonstrated a beaver trap to a lady from east Texas. Other essential shops included the carpenter works which made items for the Fort, its ships, and the fur trade. The master volunteers at Fort Vancouver (as at most of the NPS sites I visited) bring life to these places. Without them, visitors like me would be less engaged and the NPS less meaningful.

An extensive garden outside the Fort’s walls (run today by volunteers) made the post self-sufficient. Fences surrounded the “English garden in the Wilderness” which grew peas, oats, barley, wheat, beans, squash, artichokes, apples, pears, peaches, plums, cherries, and other food. For the Fort’s residents as well as the 1,000 or so employees of the HBC in the Northwest, the garden provided welcome variety to the daily meal. Accounts by missionary Henry Spalding of this lush garden helped establish the agricultural attraction of Oregon. He praised the garden, writing about the “five acres laid out in good order stored with almost every species of vegetables, fruit, trees and flowers.”[1] Today’s Park Rangers claim that an apple tree near the Village is from the HBC period, and that it was the first such fruit tree in a region now known for its apples.

Part of the recreated Garden at the Fort (Photo by Hunner)

The British gave up its claim to Oregon with the U.S./British treaty of 1846 which made the international boundary at the 49^th parallel. The HBC moved its headquarters to Victoria, British Columbia. The U.S. Army took over the fort then and in 1866, the old Fort Vancouver burned. Barracks, officers’ quarters, post administrative buildings, and an air field were eventually added. In fact, in World War I, Fort Vancouver had the largest spruce lumber mill in the country to build bi-planes for action in France. The Army transferred their ownership of Fort Vancouver to the NPS on Memorial Day 2012.

The NPS begun its amazing reconstruction of Fort Vancouver in 1953. As with all such structures operated by the NPS, and all such places this that I have seen on my travels, upkeep is a constant issue. at the time of my visit, contractors were replacing many of the log palisades of the perimeter walls as well as the main gate into the Fort. The backlog of the maintenance for all of the 400 plus sites that the NPS operates is estimated at $12 billion. We have a lot of differences in our nation, and that is healthy for a democracy. I suspect we could agree to fund this backlog to preserve the historic and natural wonders of our republic.

Ongoing maintenance of the log structures in Oregon weather is a must. Here some of the logs in the palisades are replaced. (Photo by Hunner)

Fort Vancouver National Historic Site encompasses the main themes of Driven by History —migration, commerce, exchange. A global economy established itself early on in North America-- at Santa Fe, at Jamestown, at Grand Portage, and even at the far reaches of the Pacific Northwest. The British at Fort Vancouver tried to challenge the growing dominance of the United States in the region, but ultimately, they had to retreat to the island of Victoria to manage the fur trade. Having opened up the Northwest to European activities, the HBC could not secure its British monopoly and left the region to the United States.

Fort Vancouver was dedicated on June 19, 1948 as a National Monument and on June 30, 1961 as a National Historic Site.

View from the southwest bastion of the interior of Fort Vancouver (Photo by Hunner)

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[1] Exhibit text at Fort Vancouver NHS.

Lewis and Clark National Historical Parks and National Historic Trail from Illinois to Oregon and Washington

The Route of the Lewis and Clark Expedition

The Columbia River 

The Columbia River has shaped the history of the Pacific Northwest for thousands of years. Ancient peoples, explorers ands settlers moving west, and atomic history, the Columbia River has seen it all.  In this post, we will focus on Lewis and Clark and their Corps of Discovery who wintered at the mouth of the Columbia in 1805-1806. Future blogs will cover Fort Vancouver National Historic Site, the Bonneville Dam, and the Hanford Manhattan Project National Historical Park.

The Columbia RIver where Celilo Falls used to be (Photo by Hunner

The Columbia is the longest river in the Pacific Northwest, originating in Canada and flowing 1,243 miles (2,000 kilometers) to the Pacific Ocean. Long before Europeans arrived, people had canoed it, fished it, lived it. The Columbia broadly sweeps through canyons and gorges, its pounding waters gushing over waterfalls, and its salmon provides sustenance and spirit to the native peoples along its banks, all this  attest to its greatness.

Soon after humans migrated across the Bering Strait around 15,000 years ago, people started living along the Columbia River. Archeologists have found human remains that date back to 11,000 years ago, and in 1996, two college students discovered the skeleton of a 9,000 year old man on the banks of the Columbia River near Kennewick, Washington. This set off a bitter fight between scientists (who wanted to study the skeleton) and tribal members (who wanted the remains respectfully reburied). Legal maneuvers delayed the reburial of the Kennewick Man (aka The Ancient One) and allowed scientists to examine the bones in 2005. In 2015, scientists in Denmark determined through DNA testing that the Kennewick Man was indeed related to the tribes in the area, in particular to the Confederated Tribes of the Colville Reservation—the only group that allowed the collection of their DNA. His remains are still stored at the Burke Museum at the University of Washington while the legal battles continue.

Map of Native American Tribes along the Columbia (http://www.critfc.org/member_tribes_overview)

The Native Americans along the Columbia River speak either the Sahaptian and Chinookan languages and include the Nez Perce, the Umatilla, the Warm Springs, the Colville, and the Yakama. The Columbia River Intertribal Fish Commission stresses the importance of the river: “The people of these tribes share a common understanding that their very existence depends on the respectful enjoyment of the Columbia River Basin’s vast land and water resources. They believe their very souls and spirits were and are inextricably tied to the natural world and all its inhabitants. Among those inhabitants, none are more important than the millions of salmon that bring sustenance and prosperity to the region’s rivers and streams.”  The river brings salmon, and salmon brings life. These tribes have fished the Columbia for thousands of years and even today, continue to spear and net salmon on its banks. In fact, they eat ten times the average amount per person of salmon as the rest of the country.

For centuries past, the falls at the Dalles on the Columbia served as a Native American central meeting place for fishing, trading, and ceremonial renewal. Especially in the seasons when salmon ran up the river, native peoples gathered and brought goods from their regions to trade. As seen elsewhere with pre-contact Native Americans, a vibrant and sophisticated culture existed that had vastly different world views than those of the approaching Europeans.

Enter the Europeans

Europeans entered by ship in the late 18th century. Then after the turn of the 19^th century, the Corps of Discovery led by William Clark and Meriwether Lewis paddled down the Columbia and fulfilled their mission from President Thomas Jefferson—an exploration of the newly purchased Louisiana Territory.

President Thomas Jefferson

Thomas Jefferson was fascinated with the western part of the continent and even considered sending a secret mission into what was then foreign territory in the late 18^th century. When Napoleon, strapped for cash from his wars in Europe offered the Louisiana Territory to the U.S. for $11,000,000, Jefferson jumped at the opportunity. After the purchase in July 1803, he ordered and actively helped organize an expedition. With interest, the final price was $23,000,000, still a bargain for over 800,000 square miles.

The Lewis and Clark Expedition

The Corps of Discovery had multiple goals—map the vast landscape, search for a northwest passage, ally the indigenous peoples to the United States and away from France and Britain, and document the flora and fauna of these lands for possible commercial use. Jefferson’s sent this charge to Lewis on July 4, 1803: "The object of your mission is to explore the Missouri river, & such principal stream of it, as, by its course and communication with the waters of the Pacific ocean, whether the Columbia, Oregon, Colorado or any other river may offer the most direct & practicable water communication across this continent for the purposes of commerce."

Lewis and Clark
(From exhibit at the Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center, Cape Disappointment State Park)

Most of the thirty-three members of the Corps of Discovery were an elite group of the U.S. Army. The leaders, William Clark and Meriwether Lewis, had already served the country well. Both had fought in the Revolutionary War, and Lewis was Jefferson’s personal secretary. Lewis and Clark chose the men carefully for their many skills, and picked only one out of every 100 applicants. As a costumed interpreter at Fort Clatsop, Tom Wilson, told the Wilson Elementary School from Corvallis on the day I visited: “They were like the Navy Seals.” Clark also brought a slave, York, the first African American that Native Americans along the way had seen. The Corps would need their many skills and then some luck to fulfill their mission and safely return.

The Corps spent the winter of 1803-04 at Fort DuBois near the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers. They set off on May 14, 1804. They went up the Missouri in a small fleet of boats, which they rowed, poled, and pulled against the current. When the wind blew the right direction, they sailed. After five months and 1,600 miles of tedious travel, they wintered near the Mandan Indian villages where the temperature at times fell to 70 degrees below zero Fahrenheit. While at Fort Mandan, they hired Toussaint Charbonneau, a French-Canadian trader, as an interpreter. His young Shoshone wife, Sacagawea (who had been kidnapped five years earlier), and their infant son, Jean Baptiste, accompanied them. The Corps was now complete and ready for the treacherous journey ahead.

Sacagawea and Jean Baptiste(Photo by Hunner at Fort Clatsop NHP)

Having engaged and traded with the Mandan and other Plains tribes throughout the winter, the Corps left their fort in April 1805. They went up the Missouri River and its upper branches, struggling against the current into unchartered landscapes. Up the Rockies with all of their supplies and gear proved daunting and then, a miracle happened. Sacagawea ran into her family, who had given her up for lost. The Shoshone provided much needed food, horses, and a guide to send them over the Bitterroot Mountains.

Fort Clatsop

Near the mouth of the Columbia, after paddling down 600 miles of the Clearwater, Snake, and Columbia River, Clark wrote in his journal: “Ocian in view. O! the joy!” Despite the euphoria of reaching their destination, the Corps huddled for six days at a cove of jagged rocks and steep cliffs in a raging storm. Rain pummeled them, whose Army issued clothes were rotting away from use and all the water. The surf crashed over their camp. Clark named the spot “that dismal little nitch.”

Visiting Clatsop Indians told Lewis and Clark that better camping and hunting lay to the south, so the Captains held council. In the film at Fort Clatsop, this council brought democracy to the Northwest as they voted on what to do, York included. Interpreter Tom has a different take. Lewis and Clark did consult with their men, but then the Captains decided, military style. They moved the camp across the mouth of the mighty Columbia to where the Clatsop people said elk existed. For starving men, food ruled. Over the winter, the Corps shot 144 elk.

The Corps lived in six small rooms at the fort —a room each for the three squads, one for their sergeants, one for Lewis and Clark, one for the Charbonneau family, and one for the kitchen and mess hall where York probably slept.

The reconstruted Fort Clatsop (Photo bt Hunner)

The Corps built Fort Clatsop in time for Christmas. Despite the joy of reaching the Pacific, the rotten meat and nakedness from worn out clothes set the tone. Over the four months that the Corps lived in the fort, they hunted, laid up food for the return journey (including a salt works which boiled seawater at a site fifteen miles to the south), and wrote in their journals. The total words in the Journals of Lewis and Clark are more than those in the Bible, and Clark’s maps were off by only forty miles over the four thousand that they covered.  The Corps left the fort on March 23, 1806 for the return to St. Louis.

Interpreter Tom Wilson talking to students at the fort (Photo by Hunner)

Tom Wilson serves Fort Clatsop in a vital role. When I first saw him, he had engaged students from the Wilson Elementary School with the history of Lewis and Clark. Tom was engaging, knowledgeable, and passionate about this history. His gift in relating the people and events of over 200 years ago to twelve and thirteen year olds came from his years teaching in the local middle school. He now spends a lot of time debunking myths: “We often write history the way we want it to be, not the way it was.” For example, during the trip west, the Corps at times struggled with hunger and knowing where to go. Native peoples often provided aid. Tom held his fingers close together and said that for a brief period of time, Jefferson envisioned the United States “co-habiting and trading with Native Americans.” 

The Corps of Discovery’s epic journey continues to capture the imagination. Their drive to get to the Pacific and back, to establish diplomatic relations with the tribes they encountered, and to document all they saw  opened up the west for the United States, but also changed forever the traditional ways of life for the Native Americans.  

Fort Clatsop National Memorial was authorized in 1958 and the some sites at the mouth of the Columbian River as consolidated into a National Historical Park in 2004. The Lewis and Clark National Historic Trail was established in 1978. The replica of Fort Clatsop was built in 1955, destroyed by fire in October 2005, and rebuilt.

Thanks to Douglas and his insights as we visited these sites at the mouth of the mighty Columbia River.

Me pointing out the mispellings in Clark's Journal entry
(Photo by Douglas Hoffman)

The Oregon National Historic Trail

Oregon National Historic Trail from Independence, Missouri through Nebraska, Wyoming, Idaho, and Oregon.

On our Interstate highways, we easily drive as many miles in one day as the travelers along the Oregon Trail struggled to cover in a month. From Independence or Westport on the Missouri River to the Willamette Valley in Oregon, this 2,170 mile route challenged even the most hardy emigrants. The slow pace, the dusty and rocky road, the dangerous fords and high passes, the monotonous daily grind of hard work, the physical discomfort and death, all of these factors challenged the men, women, and children who set off for a new life in Oregon Country.

Map of the Oregon Trail (www.historyglobe.com)

Native peoples have lived in this region for over 10,000 years. By the turn of the 19^th century, some of the tribes who called it home included the Nez Perce, the Walla Walla, the Cayuse, and the Warm Springs. Europeans first became attracted to the land for its fur, and trappers and traders working for the English Hudson’s Bay Company started taking beavers in the area in the early 1800s. In response to the rich trade, the Hudson’s Bay Company established an outpost at Fort Vancouver in 1824. Missionaries followed the mountain men, and then farmers sought the fertile Willamette Valley. By 1830s, the first settlers arrived and in 1843, more than 1,000 emigrants braved the six month journey. More soon followed. In 1852 alone, 50,000 emigrants traveled the Oregon Trail. From 1840 to 1880, approximately 300,000 people made the trek. This transformed the region.

Nez Perce trading with Mountain Men (James Ayers Studios)

Reasons to Emigrate

Why leave the U.S. in the 1840s? A financial panic in 1837 devastated the economy, and disease (especially malaria and cholera) plagued the Mississippi River Valley. Oregon boosters back east extolled the virtues of the Willamette Valley with one man claiming that pigs ran around fully cooked with knives and forks already stuck in them, ready to eat. To such fanciful tales, those looking for an easier life flocked to the Oregon Trail starting points on the Missouri River.

Oregon Country was contested territory, lived in by Native Americans, and claimed by both the British and the Americans. Even before the 1846 treaty with Britain established U.S. ownership, emigrants started pouring into the territory. The massive influx of European Americans disrupted tribal communities and lives. Exchanges occurred as Native Americans traded with and aided the travelers, sometimes giving them salmon, their first taste of that nutritious and sacred fish. Without such aid, some pioneers would have died.

The Indians also protected their ancestral lands and ancient ways of life, sometimes with force. Treaties with the United States, sometimes abided by, sometimes not, forced them onto reservations. Massacres happened, like at the Whitman mission in 1847, and battles occurred, like with the Nez Perce’s attempt to escape forced relocation onto a reservation in 1877. Their epic 1,170 miles (1,880 km) flight across four states is preserved by the Nez Perce National Historic Trail. The legacy of contact and conquest continues to impact the native peoples of the region.

Traveling on the Oregon Trail

From the dairies of the emigrants, we learn of their trail hardships. One woman wrote that she had passed twenty-one graves that day. Death came on the trail in many ways. Some died from accidental gunshot wounds, others from being run over by a wagon. Deadly illnesses like cholera swept through the parties, since water holes were scarce at times and polluted by earlier sick people or animals.  Attacks by Native Americans defending their lands or hunting grounds did happen; however, few pioneers died from such exchanges. In a study by trail historian Robert Munkres of sixty-six trail diaries written before 1860, he found nine eyewitness accounts of hostile attacks.[1]

Trail travel tested everyone. Emigrants gathered at Independence or Westport near Kansas City in the spring. Using techniques perfected on the Santa Fe Trail for prairie traveling (see the posting from May 16), most trains left in late April or May. By then, the prairies had started to green up with fodder for their draft animals, and the land had dried out from the winter and spring precipitation.

Traveling on the Oregon Trail was not like driving the Interstate today. The historic trails were braided, with multiple routes to a destination. Since a wagon train might have up to 100 wagons, they sometimes traveled four or five abreast. Or a group might split off and seek an alternative route which they heard was better. Deep ruts of the historic trails still exist, carved into the landscapes by the iron rimmed wheels and plodding hooves of draft animals. At those places today, often at isolated sites with a stiff wind bending the sage brush, I can still hear the creak of the wagons, the groan of the overloaded axles, and the complaining moans of the oxen. At places like this, the past comes alive.

Wagon on the trail rut near the National Historic Oregon Trail Interpretive Center, Baker City, Oregon
(Photo by Hunner)

The best animals to pull wagons loaded with 2,000 pounds of goods were oxen, slow but hardier than horses or mules. For the six month journey, families stocked up with 200 pounds of flour, 150 pounds of bacon, and other food essentials. They also loaded up their household goods like furniture and stoves, clothes, and farm tools and seed stock.

Exhibit at the National Historic Oregon Trail Interpretive Center, Baker City, Oregon
(Photo by Hunner)

From Kansas, the trail went through southern Nebraska along the Platte River, past Chimney Rock and Scottsbluff and then into Wyoming. Fort Laramie offered respite, supplies, and a sense of protection from the imposing prairies.  As the Rocky Mountains loomed to the west, the next major point was South Pass, a surprisingly gentle path through the mountains. Once over South Pass, the emigrants passed the point of no return; however, the hardest part of the trail lay ahead.

Winding through the mountains of the West proved hard. Long stretches without water (and when found, might be tainted by dead animals), clouds of dust thrown up by the many wagons in a train, graves on the side of the trail, all these wore down the travelers. Daily routines started before daybreak with cooking the day’s food using dried cow chips for fuel, taking care of the livestock, yoking the oxen up, then walking fifteen or twenty miles -- often until dark. Few people rode in the wagons to avoid burdening the oxen further. Next day, repeat the same routine -- for six months or more.

Worn out travelers on the Oregon Trail (Photo at National Historic Oregon Trail Interpretive Center, Baker City, Oregon)

I caught the Oregon Trail in eastern Idaho at Soda Springs. I jumped on and off Interstate 84 through Idaho and Oregon at places like Glenn’s Ferry where the emigrants first encountered the Snake River, a tributary of the Columbia River. Glenn’s Ferry was a dangerous ford of the Snake River in central Idaho, and even though three islands aided the crossing at Glenn’s Ferry, most travelers could not swim. They caulked their wagon beds, forced their reluctant livestock to plunge into the cold waters, and prayed. 

Glen's Ferry across the Snake River. The trail angles down from left to right on the other side of the river. (Photo by Hunner)

Some avoided such fords and stayed on a more difficult route south of the Snake. Either way, travelers climbed steep hills and then descended in heavily loaded wagons with logs chained to their axles as brakes. From here to trail’s end at Oregon City, the Snake and Columbia Rivers guided the weary travelers. Getting closer to the Willamette Valley, the travelers faced more suffering over the rugged terrain of the Blue Mountains, the Cascades, and the threat of the coming cold weather.

Roadside exhibit at Celilo Falls, Washington (Photo by Hunner)

The treacherous falls at Celilo and the Dalles on the Columbia presented challenges to all of the travelers. On the Columbia River at the Dalles, the Oregon and the Lewis and Clark National Historic Trails merge. We will explore the Lewis and Clark Trail in an upcoming posting. The final section of the Oregon Trail entailed either floating down the massive and tricky Columbia River or slogging on the rough Barlow Road through the forest around Mt. Hood. Dr. John McLoughlin, the Factor at Fort Vancouver for the British Hudson Bay Company, often sent boats to the rapids at the Dalles to ferry the ragged travelers to the outpost. We will return to McLoughlin, Fort Vancouver, and the Hudson Bay Company in the next blog.

As a trail of migration, the Oregon Trail (and the California, Lewis and Clark, and Mormon Trails which shared parts of the same routes) opened the West for settlement. As I sped near the Oregon Trail on Interstate 84 in Idaho, Oregon, and on Highway 114 in Washington, I easily crossed rivers and canyons, swiftly climbed the steep grades, and coasted down the other side. I marveled at those who walked the 2,000 miles, facing months of hard travel, privation, illness, and death. These hardy families of farmers and merchants established vibrant communities on the West Coast. It is an epic story of determination, grit, and cultural exchanges that helped make the United States what it is today.

Congress approved and President Carter signed into law the 2,170 mile long Oregon National Historic Trail on November 19, 1978.

Wagons at the National Historic Oregon Trail Interpretive Center, Baker City, Oregon
(Photo by Hunner)

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[1] Website for the Oregon-California Trail Association: www.octa-trails.org/learn/trail-facts.