As you know, the part of our trip last week that I was really looking forward to was seeing if the Great Falls were really that great, or just great to two guys and a native woman in a canoe — meaning Lewis and Clark. I did not finish Undaunted Courage before we left, so, yes, Brent endured Lisa’s Readers Theatre for the entire trip. I literally read the last page as we drove down the hill to our house. Brent is a very good sport and took turns reading while I drove.
So here we are at the Great Falls Interpretive Center, which is not their big museum as I thought, but was still very good. (Photo by Colin on Grandpa’s “not best” camera.) Perhaps you recognize my sweatshirt from our freakishly cold Florida trip this winter. I look very serious in this picture. I am sure it is because I am in deep, deep thought about Lewis and Clark and not irritated because Colin has sat on another chocolate covered granola bar and now has a butt covered in snack. I did not pack enough clothes for snack sittings.
Anyway, the answer is — yes — the Great Falls were a problem. L&C had been told it would be a two day portage around the falls, but arrived to discover that was not just one falls but five over a 13 mile stretch. Here’s another shot by Colin. Four of the falls have dams today and the fifth is under water.
In the end, it turns out I am not a huge fan of Lewis and Clark but of Sacagawea who hauled her new baby across the country with 30 guys and her loser “husband” who won her in a poker game.
I’m going to have to find her interpretive center now.