posted 14 years ago
We picked the couple up at Raft River way before sun up .. Idaho State University bus taking students to class .. I got a free ride through two years of electronics driving the bus.
Sometimes they would not feel like sleeping and sit with me up front and we would watch the sun come up on Massacre Rocks .. and we would "tell stories." Her father took 27 sections out of sage brush and had them under center pivots to irrigate .. and one day he was cleaning up a corner where the circular pivot couldn't hit .. and there was a bank.
He found a depression near the bank .. then human bones .. then saw the trunks dug into the side of the hill .. full of old rotted clothes.
Raft River is the point where the California Trail separated from the Oregon Trail .. there are stories of friendships and hatred .. wagons parting without a word being spoken .. a hand shake or prayer. There are also stories about wagons turning around and going to an unintended place .. so friends didn't have to part.
If you get too far from the stone age .. things go haywire.