An Eastern Day

The truck and trailer are east bound toward home. Yet not for a bit. First stop is in Eastern Washington at the Whitman Mission. The Whitmans were the first missionaries here in the early 1830’s and eventually were killed by the Indians. The mission lasted 9 years and the story is sad because it was fueled by a lot of misunderstanding of language and the limits of medicine 200 years ago. Indian children were dying of disease from the other parts of the world against which they had no immunity while few of the settlers died in comparison. Suspicions grew and eventually became confrontations. A sad end for both peoples. We left the mission and worked our way northeast a bit toward the next day’s goal of the Nez Perce and the area of the 1870’s war that also ended sadly.  Our campsite was along the Snake River about a 1/4 mile into Idaho.

Cadillac’s Most Correct Viewpoint

Correspondence day with Ms. McKinley. She is setting some ambitious goals for the campaign. She claims to have found 50 states (seems unlikely) and several territories too. And she said the Provincial does not count. That can’t be right? She does seem insistent. Anyway some of them are Battleground States. Egad, I am not a fighter. But we must press on to those as well. First I will order a Sundae and a maple latte to allow the brain to freely roam the range of options out there for my candidacy. That’s the ticket.