Sacajawea was the Indian who helped Lewis & Clark across the the plains and guided them to water and good hunting. People theorize that the L&C expedition may have been lost if not for her. Fortunately for ol' Jones and me we met up with an Indian who agreed to guide us further west.
It was becoming a crisis outside of Spearfish because Jones wasn't going to ask for directions! I can't remember how we met her, but more than likely she stepped on Jones' fingers while he was coming out of a saloon. Anyway, her name is Sacamagawopoo and it turns out she was willing to guide us over the Big Horn Mountains. She said she was 1/3 Flathead, 1/3 Crow, 1/3 Shoshone, and 1/3 Northern Italian. Anyway, she makes a mean buffalo jerky pasta. Although I have always thought Indian names were very romantic and attractive, it turns out Sacamagawopoo was not very proud of her name. It seems it translates roughly into "she who parts wind when she laughs". Her sense of direction is a little suspect, for when we asked her how far was Cody from where we were, she separated her thumb and forefinger about two inches apart and said, "That far." I have found her good at rubbing my stomach, feeding me when hungry, and keeping coyotes off my behind.
Luke's first view of Wyoming.
When traveling through different time zones with a dog remember that a dog's clock stays the same so if I am used to getting up and being fed at 6 a.m., when you are in the mountain time zone, look for me to get up and lick your face at 4 a.m.
Luke made it across the Big Horn mountains of Wyoming.
The pictures you see are of me getting ready to cross the Big Horn Mountains and then in the Big Horn Mountain Pass. We took an alternate route which led us up over 9000 feet with terrific vistas at that height. Jones, who is not fond of heights, was using every sweat gland he had. Sometimes the route we took is closed because of heavy snows. I never saw so many 10 degree grades or runaway truck exits.
There's something for everyone at the Half Fast Diner in Powell, Wyoming.
After we crossed through the pass we picked up food and supplies at a local establishment shown in the last photo in Powell, Wyoming. Click here to follow me...
