Oregon Trail

  • Medicine: From electric fish to laudanum

    Back when opium was considered a treatment for fussy babies, there was Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup.

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  • Bison, bison and buffalo

    Bison, bison and buffalo

    Research trumps all. Who knew bison have blue tongues? Or that they’re named thrice? Or that “the great American buffalo” is branding?

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  • A rosewater jumble of baking

    Who knew vanilla was the new rosewater? OK, maybe back in 1847, they knew. But these historic Jumble cookies are a revelation. I’m not procrastinating. I’m analyzing historical research — and it’s delicious.

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  • Gold Rush era slang? That’s some pumpkins

    If there’s ever an “1849 slang of the American West” Jeopardy category, I’ll go see that elephant. I’ll wake snakes! It’ll be some pumpkins!

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  • Biscuit baking, covered wagon style

    Chemistry on the Oregon Trail? Those flaky biscuits were made possible by … saleratus. They still are. We just don’t call it that anymore.

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  • Vacation photos from an oxen perspective

    I suspect other people don’t take trip pics like I do. Oh sure, I’ve got grand vistas and gorgeous landmarks in my photo library. But anyone browsing images from my recent Oregon Trail research trip to Nebraska may wonder if I understand anything about how to frame a photograph. Yes, I’ve got some people pictures…

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  • Shipwrecks, Arabia and the Oregon Trail

    Here on the West Coast, the word “shipwreck” conjures visions of the square-riggers, schooners and clippers that foundered on the Pacific coast in the pre-lighthouse days. And the Titanic, of course. Can’t forget that one. But back in 1856, the Missouri River was a treacherous place for steamboats. Snags — downed trees and tangled branches…

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  • Bookish delights from Meow Wolf to Ogallala

    It’s heartening in these disheartening times to find there are book lovers everywhere. It may not alter the whole world/hell/handbasket dynamic of 2026, but there’s delight in discovering bookish nooks in unexpected places. A cozy reading spot 👆hides amid the over-the-top hallucinogenic spectacle of Denver’s Meow Wolf, for example. Despite its appearance, it’s strictly BYOBook.…

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  • Pompeii tags and Oregon Trail graffiti

    Spray paint tags on urban walls. Inky scrawlings in restroom stalls. You thought those were modern problems? Oh, no, no, no. The Oregon Trail is covered in graffiti. Those pioneers etched their names and initials on anything that didn’t move. How do you think Wyoming’s Names Hill and Register Cliff got their names? You can still…

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  • Decluttering a covered wagon, Marie Kondo style

    Do time travelers suffer jet lag? I’ve spent entirely too much time in the 19th century lately, plunging down research rabbit holes and popping back up all dazed and desynchronized. I’ve never been much of a souvenir collector, but I don’t know what else to call the bits and bobs banging around my brain after…

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