It was a very hot, July day and we had been driving for hours in the southwestern part of Wyoming. We left Casper early that morning and headed west along Hwy 220. We had been driving along the Oregon Trail and were now heading into the Wind River Indian Reservation. It was late in the day and I was worn out from our excursion at Independence Rock. What was my mom thinking?!
Mom was bound and determined to find the burial-place of Sacajawea ever since she had seen it on the map. There was less traffic in this part of the country for sure. Once we arrived at the small cemetery, mom went in search of the grave. Reservation police were patrolling the area and another tourist was already walking around. I sat in the truck watching every move mom made.
Finally mom came back to the truck to get me. It was great to be out in the dirt and sniff around, but I had to be on my best behavior as this was a sacred place.