<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:12:39.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick and Shovel</title><subtitle type='html'>An anthropological exploration of public portrayals, performances, and interpretations of the Old West, including the fur trade, missionaries, mining era, railroads, and newspapers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-8319197815223054299</id><published>2009-07-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:25:37.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick and Shovel Ending</title><summary type='text'>Dear Readers,I have decided to discontinue Pick and Shovel while I engage in new projects. I may start another weblog on a new topic, but for the time being will not continue posting to this site or my other research blog, Lewis and Clark Trail Watch.Thank you to everyone who has read, commented on, and responded to Pick and Shovel, and who has sent me emails with so many interesting questions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8319197815223054299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8319197815223054299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2009/07/pick-and-shovel-ending.html' title='Pick and Shovel Ending'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-4022749021689172534</id><published>2008-07-13T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:22:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Winnemucca</title><summary type='text'>One more item before I start writing about mission sites: about a year ago, I had a post about Sarah Winnemucca and her father, Chief Winnemucca, as well as a tongue-in-cheek post about an article in the Sun tabloid in which Mark Twain supposedly once wrote about the prophecies of a Paiute man named "John Winnemucca" (and of whom I could find no actual evidence). The Winnemuccas were a well-known</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/4022749021689172534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/4022749021689172534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-winnemucca.html' title='The Last Winnemucca'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-140548468100532450</id><published>2008-07-11T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:00:38.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springs Preserve in the Heart of Las Vegas</title><summary type='text'>I make two or three trips to Las Vegas, Nevada, each year to visit family. One place I've always wanted to see over the years was the site of the original oasis that provided the reason for anyone stopping in the middle of this harsh desert landscape. I finally visited the 180-acre Springs Preserve this past March and it was well worth the wait (or procrastination) because the city (or state?--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/140548468100532450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/140548468100532450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/springs-preserve-in-heart-of-las-vegas.html' title='Springs Preserve in the Heart of Las Vegas'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/SHeHzZjd6eI/AAAAAAAAAbA/PHvLT9jgNKo/s72-c/IMGP0223a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-5106113170452231997</id><published>2008-07-04T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:07:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camas Fields Forever</title><summary type='text'>One of the major staple foods of traditional native cultures throughout the Northwest was (and for many, still is) the edible roots of numerous plants including the blue-flowered camas (genus Camassia). Wild root crops abound at this latitude, with its cold winters and fairly short growing season, and indigenous societies at similar latitudes elsewhere in the world also devised ways to tap into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/5106113170452231997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/5106113170452231997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2008/07/camas-fields-forever.html' title='Camas Fields Forever'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/SG5l55MHFYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/cITK2KRqTo8/s72-c/IMGP0271a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-1771351049595440126</id><published>2007-12-04T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:45:38.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage Tree Succumbs to Storm</title><summary type='text'>Many states have a collection of what they call heritage trees, old or famous or historic or unusual trees that contribute to the historical and cultural meaning of a region. Here in Oregon, one of our heritage trees happens to be the largest and tallest Sitka Spruce in the country, 216 feet tall and growing in the beautiful Coast Range along Highway 26 east of the Seaside/Cannon Beach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1771351049595440126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1771351049595440126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/12/heritage-tree-succumbs-to-storm.html' title='Heritage Tree Succumbs to Storm'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-3781011194942966486</id><published>2007-09-23T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:27:20.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Season</title><summary type='text'>I love autumn best and here in the Grande Ronde Valley, the trees are starting to turn and the nights have a nip in the air. Classes are finally starting at my university and I've been busy scanning in my older photos of historical sites and assorted locations in the West. I will be submitting many new posts about topics I haven't mentioned yet, as well as adding to some of the things I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/3781011194942966486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/3781011194942966486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favorite-season.html' title='My Favorite Season'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/Rvcsgb2FpzI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zA5V1CfBABo/s72-c/merchandise0002a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-6759984834914995090</id><published>2007-08-04T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:12:51.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Coast and Back</title><summary type='text'>It's ironic that I wrote about the Winnemuccas in my last post, because I soon after traveled through and stayed in Winnemucca, Nevada, on my way to a union workshop in Monterey, California. (Allow me to here plug my EOU teaching faculty and librarians union, the Associated Academic Professionals, Local 6200, American Federation of Teachers, AFL-CIO. I'm the newly-elected treasurer.)I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/6759984834914995090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/6759984834914995090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-coast-and-back.html' title='To the Coast and Back'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RrSc9mKB2YI/AAAAAAAAAUY/1z6aCi_f_-k/s72-c/IMAG0004a+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-1702406897968765624</id><published>2007-07-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:57:35.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Winnemuccas</title><summary type='text'>In the previous post, I was having fun with the "Indian prophecies"  featured in the Sun. But the interesting thing is, there really was a family of well-known and important Paiute Indians by the name of Winnemucca at the time of Mark Twain's tenure at the Territorial Enterprise in Virginia City, Nevada.The most famous were father and daughter. His name was simply Winnemucca, sometimes referred </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1702406897968765624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1702406897968765624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/07/real-winnemuccas.html' title='The Real Winnemuccas'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RqaV92KB2HI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bmFJ2wv9Sfc/s72-c/Chief_winnemucca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-1452171755018952911</id><published>2007-07-12T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:54:24.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophecies for the 21st Century, Courtesy of a Paiute Holy Man, Via Mark Twain</title><summary type='text'>I could not resist buying the latest issue of the Sun at my local supermarket. Who doesn't want to know about the newly-revealed 100 secret Indian prophecies that will change your life forever, especially when they are all coming true?I was even more thrilled when I turned to the article and discovered that a 144-year-old feature story by Mark Twain written for the Territorial Enterprise  (see my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1452171755018952911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1452171755018952911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/07/prophecies-for-21st-century-courtesy-of.html' title='Prophecies for the 21st Century, Courtesy of a Paiute Holy Man, Via Mark Twain'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/Rpbyuq5HkFI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DH7vt6RqgFs/s72-c/tabloid0001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-1156782575744801094</id><published>2007-07-07T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:22:56.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Savages, Savages”: Indian Romances, Part III</title><summary type='text'>In Disney’s animated film Pocahontas, the Indians and Jamestown colonists sing a dramatic song as they prepare for war in which each side condemns the other as “savages, savages, barely even human.” The point of these scenes and this song is to show the process of dehumanization that accompanies and makes possible killing and war. While this seems admirable enough on the surface, the film fails </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1156782575744801094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1156782575744801094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/07/savages-savages-indian-romances-part.html' title='“Savages, Savages”: Indian Romances, Part III'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RpBy8o8s1OI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pZ5GR-zciKQ/s72-c/romance0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-4063090882233432956</id><published>2007-06-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:27:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Obedience: "Indian Romances," Part II</title><summary type='text'>The setting in historical romances is important, I think, because it evokes presumably more romantic golden eras when male-female relationships and social mores in general were better defined. I believe this allows for hyper-masculine male characters fending off bad guys on the one hand, but gives the female characters something to rebel against on the other. The women are all "fiesty," "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/4063090882233432956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/4063090882233432956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/06/blind-obedience-indian-romances-part-ii.html' title='Blind Obedience: &quot;Indian Romances,&quot; Part II'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/Rm4jpchgHeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JtjjgX-0LdI/s72-c/romance0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-2485815727621777702</id><published>2007-06-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:42:55.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savage Ecstasy: Images of the West in the "Indian Romances," Part I</title><summary type='text'>A student of mine once wrote a paper on "the culture of romance novels," stating that she read 300 of them for the project. Three hundred! I had never read one and was not even academically interested until I began to notice that paperback romances included stories involving white women and Native American men, and that the covers featured the usual bodice-ripper illustrations but with native </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/2485815727621777702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/2485815727621777702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/06/savage-ectasy-images-of-west-in-indian.html' title='Savage Ecstasy: Images of the West in the &quot;Indian Romances,&quot; Part I'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/Rm4iBchgHaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0yeaxP9rndk/s72-c/romance0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-6504907986497269105</id><published>2007-05-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:29:55.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to Eastern Oregon University</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to take a moment on both my research blogs to plug Eastern Oregon University and encourage those thinking about going to college or just taking a course or two to come here to do it! We have no out-of-state tuition--that's right, wherever you're from, you pay the same as in-state students.Here are some useful links to inspire you to join us.EOU's HomepageThe College of Arts and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/6504907986497269105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/6504907986497269105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/05/come-to-eastern-oregon-university.html' title='Come to Eastern Oregon University'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-8028305870834246335</id><published>2007-05-12T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:06:46.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garnet: The "Best Preserved Ghost Town in Montana"</title><summary type='text'>For those traveling in the Missoula area, a great side trip to take is to Garnet ghost town, about 30 miles east of Missoula on state highway 200, and another 11 miles south on a gravel road (look for signs). There you park your car and walk about 1/4 mile farther along a wooded path (there is handicapped parking closer in) until you suddenly find yourself on a ridge overlooking the town. From </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8028305870834246335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8028305870834246335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/05/garnet-best-preserved-montana-ghost.html' title='Garnet: The &quot;Best Preserved Ghost Town in Montana&quot;'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RkueLLnPwmI/AAAAAAAAANw/9sxp6R4jrPM/s72-c/montana3+066A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-8522295465196950173</id><published>2007-04-27T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:04:16.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia Bulette: Mystery and Murder on the Comstock</title><summary type='text'>Julia Bulette was a prostitute in 1860s Virginia City, Nevada. She was well known and admired in life; she became positively legendary following her brutal murder in 1867 and the trial and hanging of her confessed killer a year later.She worked out of a small house and was neither a madam herself nor one of several women in a brothel. All sorts of rumors about her circulated through town, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8522295465196950173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8522295465196950173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/04/julia-bulette-mystery-and-murder-on.html' title='Julia Bulette: Mystery and Murder on the Comstock'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/Ri7XMVTzgvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TGxH2SqVGnI/s72-c/bulette0001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-8774201337949256857</id><published>2007-03-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:53:44.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Ancestors: Faces From the Past</title><summary type='text'>I have a soft spot for old Victorian-era photographs of people I don't know. You can sometimes find whole boxes of them in second-hand stores and flea markets. Who knows how they end up there, unknown and unclaimed by their descendants--if they have any?So I take them home and wonder who they were and what their lives were like. I love to examine the clothes and get ideas for future sewing and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8774201337949256857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8774201337949256857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/03/instant-ancestors-faces-from-past.html' title='Instant Ancestors: Faces From the Past'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RgB0KgBIZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/FNApkvsdA5E/s72-c/portraits0001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-644533347573987371</id><published>2007-03-09T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:22:19.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Winter Utah Landscapes</title><summary type='text'>It was about this time of year a few years ago that I made plans to go camping in Bryce Canyon National Park in southern Utah over my March spring break.I've lived in the western mountains for most of my adult life, so I have no excuse for neglecting to check out things like the elevation of the park. It's much farther south than the Pacific Northwest, and it's a "canyon" after all, so it'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/644533347573987371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/644533347573987371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/03/utah-late-winter-landscapes.html' title='Late Winter Utah Landscapes'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RezAKMMIxPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zMK8vF6WSvQ/s72-c/Zion-Bryce0002a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-5702527010125188352</id><published>2007-02-20T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:56:13.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Photographed Building in Nevada</title><summary type='text'>Is it some structure in Las Vegas, perhaps one of the spectacular resorts on the Strip, like Caesar's Palace, or the Bellagio with its dancing fountains, or "Paris" with its 500-foot Eiffel Tower? No. According to tourist brochures and traveler's guides, the most photographed building in Nevada is the haunting ruins of the Cook Bank in the ghost town of Rhyolite.Only a few buildings are left in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/5702527010125188352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/5702527010125188352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/02/most-photographed-building-in-nevada.html' title='The Most Photographed Building in Nevada'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RdqAP0nE-XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9BqecxVF-Dg/s72-c/Rhyolite0002a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-2468921824780383360</id><published>2007-02-09T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:39:35.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Valley Sites</title><summary type='text'>I have been to California's Death Valley twice: once in midsummer when my family and I stood outside our air-conditioned car for a short while to see what 125 degrees actually felt like (we checked the local weather and temperatures to know what to expect), and once in winter, when the weather was tolerable and the valley floor received some of its rare precipitation, a scant two inches per </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/2468921824780383360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/2468921824780383360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/02/death-valley-sites.html' title='Death Valley Sites'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RcgJWKNwsUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/F2Hl5kDqGG0/s72-c/Death+Valley0004a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-6129120711060338311</id><published>2007-01-23T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:41:28.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Yankee Fork</title><summary type='text'>Probably my favorite historic mining site is the Bonanza City/Custer area on the Yankee Fork River in central Idaho, near Stanley. There's very little left of the towns and structures there--it's definitely not Old Sacramento or either of the Virginia Cities--but something about the area just grabbed me the first time I went there and I go back almost every summer. I'll be writing about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/6129120711060338311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/6129120711060338311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-yankee-fork.html' title='On the Yankee Fork'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RbagLs9LXSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qYvndGEJhfw/s72-c/Yankeefork0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-1529663648771726705</id><published>2007-01-03T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:53:57.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beehive Charcoal Ovens</title><summary type='text'>In most of the western mining camps, the loose gold flakes and occasional nugget recovered through placer mining techniques like panning and sluicing eventually played out. Depending on the location, if there was additional gold (or silver) embedded in the rocks or deep underground, more elaborate "hardrock" mining methods replaced the placer mines. Metal-bearing ores had to be crushed in stamp </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1529663648771726705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/1529663648771726705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2007/01/beehive-charcoal-ovens.html' title='Beehive Charcoal Ovens'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RZwWKffsSzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/69lhynfP77A/s72-c/ovens001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-7570418037710509541</id><published>2006-12-18T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T13:48:40.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings, Dear Readers</title><summary type='text'>The great image above of a pick-and-shovel-totin' Santa was created for me as a Secret Santa e-gift by one of my cohorts at the Inland Northwest Bloggers' Association. We "drew names" of people for whom to write or design something to post on the recipient's blog.Of course, when emailing the e-gift, the "secret" in Secret Santa is a secret no more! My Santa Claus is "Stebbijo" (aka Joanne </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/7570418037710509541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/7570418037710509541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/12/seasons-greetings-dear-readers.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings, Dear Readers'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RYc5_2tMmZI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ko-kcIM1cVw/s72-c/holiday_wishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-450974522857997365</id><published>2006-12-12T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:44:25.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freighters</title><summary type='text'>Over the past few years, more attention has been paid by interpretive facilities to the cargo and material culture employed by both native and nonnative denizens of the West. For example, during the recent Lewis and Clark bicentennial, numerous exhibits were created to take a closer look at the tools, supplies, food, and medicines carried by the expedition, as well as the similar categories of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/450974522857997365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/450974522857997365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/12/freighters.html' title='The Freighters'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjUmGiAPZ2U/RX8U5IEDzQI/AAAAAAAAABY/RWyQM1U3hpA/s72-c/freighters0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-3615189024516963726</id><published>2006-11-26T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:23:43.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern California Dreamin'</title><summary type='text'>I am much more familiar with the ghost towns and historic sites in the Rocky Mountain west than in the coastal areas, the Cascades, and the Sierra Nevada, although I have plans to do more traveling and exploring in those regions in the future. I now just want to share a few pictures I took during my Thanksgiving trip to my sister's in northern California.First things first: the Golden Gate Bridge</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/3615189024516963726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/3615189024516963726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/11/northern-california-dreamin.html' title='Northern California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-9136549313235741027</id><published>2006-11-16T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:33:34.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Dimsdale, Vigilantes, and the Montana Post</title><summary type='text'>I'm fascinated by the journalism of the Old West: the newspapers and circulars, the reporters, the editors, the publishers. So many interesting publications, so many colorful characters--it's really a shame how bland and commercialized and interchangeable today's news media have become.I've already written about Mark Twain and his beginnings as a writer at the Territorial Enterprise in Virginia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/9136549313235741027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/9136549313235741027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/11/thomas-dimsdale-vigilantes-and-montana.html' title='Thomas Dimsdale, Vigilantes, and the Montana Post'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-8229684295073044156</id><published>2006-11-11T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:50:11.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Pass City Restorations</title><summary type='text'>The state historic site of South Pass City, Wyoming, is quite extensive and features a couple dozen buildings that have been restored to resemble how they would have appeared at the turn of the 20th century when the town was in its heyday. The restoration of these buildings has been enhanced by the utilization of some of the 30,000 items that are original to the site, a truly remarkable historic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8229684295073044156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/8229684295073044156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/11/south-pass-city-restorations.html' title='South Pass City Restorations'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-116244878284992111</id><published>2006-11-01T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:05:44.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Owhyee River Country on the Oregon / Idaho Border</title><summary type='text'>Another area in the Eastern Oregon region that is little known to the "outside world," despite its dramatic history and great natural beauty, is the landscape surrounding the Owyhee River and its tributaries along Oregon's southeastern border with Idaho. This is the original territory of Native American tribes like the Bannocks and Paiutes, who fought well into the 1870s to try and preserve their</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/116244878284992111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/116244878284992111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/11/owhyee-river-country-on-oregon-idaho.html' title='The Owhyee River Country on the Oregon / Idaho Border'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-116155010229528508</id><published>2006-10-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:05:43.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Spike, Part II: Replicating Authenticity</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to say a bit more about the replica steam engines at Golden Spike National Historic Site and about some of the issues they raise pertaining to replicas and authenticity.The building of these locomotives began in the 1970s. Since the original engines had long-since been scrapped (alas!), they had to be reconstructed based on locomotive design plans from that era and microanalysis of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/116155010229528508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/116155010229528508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/10/golden-spike-part-ii-replicating.html' title='The Golden Spike, Part II: Replicating Authenticity'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-116010554119278979</id><published>2006-10-09T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:05:43.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Historic Photos of John Day, Oregon</title><summary type='text'>One of my colleagues here at Eastern, Cynthia "Sam" Eggert, read my earlier post about the Canyon City, Oregon, area and showed me some great historic photographs of Canyon City and the nearby community of John Day. Sam is from that part of the state. One of her relatives bought a suitcase full of "junk" at an estate sale and it contained old negatives of various scenes in the Canyon City/John </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/116010554119278979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/116010554119278979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/10/historic-photos-of-john-day-oregon.html' title='Historic Photos of John Day, Oregon'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-115950628592900657</id><published>2006-09-28T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:17:50.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of the Golden Spike, Part I</title><summary type='text'>One of the most fun and interesting historical reenactments I've seen is the recreation of the 1869 joining of the Union Pacific and Central Pacific lines to establish the nation's first transcontinental railroad. Golden Spike National Historic Site, while well off the beaten track in northern Utah and requiring some planning and effort to get there, is definitely worth the trip, especially if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115950628592900657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115950628592900657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-search-of-golden-spike-part-i.html' title='In Search of the Golden Spike, Part I'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-115913553805412855</id><published>2006-09-24T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:05:42.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering Gold in the Blue Mountains</title><summary type='text'>Everyone's heard of the California Gold Rush, the Comstock Lode, and the rush to the Klondike in the far north, immortalized by Charlie Chaplin in one of his most famous silent films (The Gold Rush, naturally). Many others are familiar with the great Montana gold camps in Bannack, Virginia City, and Helena. But few seem to know about the similarly dramatic gold discoveries here in northeastern </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115913553805412855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115913553805412855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/09/discovering-gold-in-blue-mountains.html' title='Discovering Gold in the Blue Mountains'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-115836841210795626</id><published>2006-09-17T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:05:40.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Twain and the Territorial Enterprise</title><summary type='text'>I grew up in Illinois and there were two famous men who were always a major part of the culture: Abraham Lincoln, who had lived and was buried in the state capital city, and Mark Twain, associated with his Missisippi River lore.It wasn't until many, many years later, and long after I had become a Westerner, that I learned that Mark Twain actually got his start as a writer and journalist in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115836841210795626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115836841210795626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/09/mark-twain-and-territorial-enterprise.html' title='Mark Twain and the Territorial Enterprise'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-115843944828946738</id><published>2006-09-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:05:40.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Header Photograph</title><summary type='text'>I'm working on a post about Mark Twain in the West, but realized I should say something about the photograph in the header, above. It's of South Pass City in Wyoming, a booming gold rush community in the mid-to-late 1800s and now a ghost town and state historic site. It's one of my favorite historic places, and I'll have lots of pictures of it and more to say about it in the future.The above is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115843944828946738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115843944828946738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/09/about-header-photograph.html' title='About the Header Photograph'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34293608.post-115808980584399605</id><published>2006-09-12T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:05:40.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Weblog Coming Soon</title><summary type='text'>In a week or two, I'll be expanding my research on museum and related interpretation of American western history, and will be posting my thoughts and photographs on this new blog, "Pick and Shovel." In the meantime, you might be interested in my research on interpretation of the Lewis and Clark expedition and bicentennial, posted currently on Lewis and Clark Trail Watch.Come on back to this site </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115808980584399605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34293608/posts/default/115808980584399605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickandshovel.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-weblog-coming-soon.html' title='New Weblog Coming Soon'/><author><name>Kathleen A. Dahl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13823430314345158858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
