Brent C (B.C.) Moore Journals
July 1, 1997
Location: Farson, Wyoming -
Summary: Parting
of the Ways to Farson -- Wind, wind, and more cold wind
Journal entry:
We faced a cold headwind all day as we trudged through the sagebrush
on our way to Farson. There were times that I was glad I was walking
-- with the wind chill, the temperature was probably around 40*
F. Many of the teamsters were wrapped in blankets as thy sat and
drove their teams. Skinner, who drove the day rider wagon, was bundled
from head to toe, and he said he was till freezing.
One of the wagons today had a wild ride. It was first in line at
a break and somehow the mules got spooked. The driver didn't have
the reins, and before long there was a whole posse of outriders
chasing down the runaway wagon. They couldn't really do much, because
the mules kept on going in a circle until they returned to their
original place in line.
Farson is a small town about population 350. The town has been
planning for our arrival for almost a year. There are signs welcoming
us to town, and a large area with vending and concessions. Although
the town is small, the people here are very open and kind. A bank
from Rock Springs has even set up a temporary branch office so people
can cash checks and get cash.
Our campsite is along the banks of the Little Sandy River. It is
pretty muddy water, but it's not too cold I stepped into the river
to cool off and get some of the dust off. It went up to my waist,
and I held my breath and dunked my head under. It felt so good.
We have not had showers for about a week and a half, so any body
of water is refreshing. Some kids came by and wanted across the
river, so I ferried them across one by one.
More about Farson tomorrow...
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