This post is made in honor of my dad's friend Harry, who happens to be a descendant of the famous explorer Meriwether Lewis. Men like these have worked to carry on that ageless and timeless spirit of adventure even to the final frontier; to the stars!
Thanks again to Candy for helping transport me around here on Earth, and especially to Scruffy for helping sniff out the path ahead.
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We made it past the guard (actually a very nice guy).
I think the cloud on the right looks like a wild boar at full run.
What do you think?
It was a nice day, but no doubt still winter.
The Fort was built while Lewis & Clark were on expedition and was the first USA military outpost west of the Mississippi, in what was then the Louisiana Territory.
If you want to control movement on the Missouri River, this looks like the perfect spot to build a fort.
Looking down over the upper wall reminds me; I really don't like heights!
Here's a look back after going down one level.
Not sure if that's moss or minerals...
Quite daunting for any invader...
At the river's edge, praying for rain (or snow)
A look upstream
It's a very imposing structure.
Someone left a walking stick.
Time takes its toll.
So does the cold; poor little guy.
I wonder if that was the turret for the big gun.
More cannon positions, perhaps?
Almost there...
Neat row of trees at the property's edge
Well, hello!
On to Sioux Passage, and the second part of the adventure!
Watch out - a nest of hornets!
You'd think it was still fall.
Pretty with the different shades of evergreens
Nice creek; the river must be close!
There it is!
This is looking downstream from a boat ramp. The Fort is just back beyond that bridge.
Someone left this arrangement on the riverbank. I wonder why.
Looking upstream
Cool view from a little closer to the edge...
That's far enough!
An island, eh?
Since the chute has dried out, it's more of a peninsula now.
Love that driftwood though.
Here's a zoom on those icicles.
The explorations on this blog began in December, with Nature entering her time of quiet, cleansing and peace. Something tells me that a lot of exciting adventures are still yet to come.
Where might they lead?
There always seems to be a trail or river bend left unexplored.
Or a place that might be nice to stay a bit longer...
Until the next time then, eh, Scruffy?
