Just last week, my friends, Liz and Chuck, and I traveled to Lewiston, Idaho. Driving the southern route through Walla Walla, we enjoyed the wheat fields - what is it about miles and miles of wheat that fascinates us so?
We stopped at the Whitman Mission Nat'l Historic Site as we all enjoy checking out historical stuff, especially when it's about religion. We found the visitor center display to be pretty neutral in the view presented of the massacre of Dr. Whitman and several others by the local Cayuse tribe that took place back in the 1840s. I was surprised to read that the government was responsible for encouraging missionaries to go out and save those 'heathens'. The view that the average American seemed to have of the Native tribes was extremely arrogant, in my opinion.
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| A very old tree still standing on the original site of the mission. |
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| A view of the original site of the mission from a nearby hill. |
We arrived at our hotel, dined and were glad of the air conditioning in the hotter-than-we-are-used-to weather. The next day, I rented a car and went to visit my 94 year old mother in nearby Kamiah while Liz and Chuck explored Lewiston in the 100* weather (I cannot even begin to say how grateful I am they accompanied me on this trip!).
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| The Clearwater River (a tributary of the Snake) on the way to Kamiah |
While they braved the heat, I took Mom to lunch and for a drive onto the high prairie above her little town. Again, miles and miles of beautiful wheat.
We had a great visit - the first time I've ever visited her alone, I might add. We poured over old photos of our family for most of the day. She enjoyed them so much!
I headed back to Lewiston in the evening to meet up with my friends again, debrief our day's activities (they found some cool stuff at an antique store) and sleep in the lovely artificial coolness once again. The next day found us heading up the apparently famous Lewiston grade, a rather steep hill taking us out of the Snake River valley into the wheatfields of Washington's Palouse area on our way home.
We stopped in tiny Uniontown and found more cool antiques for the garden, then in even smaller Colton to look at historical St. Boniface, built in 1904. I found myself intrigued by the life experience and perspective of the three of us as we meandered through the sanctuary - I was raised in Roman Catholicism and spent most of my life in organized religion, Liz as a scholar, and Chuck as one who finds it interesting historically.
Obviously, we arrived home safely and had a successful, enjoyable trip!