Oregon Trail
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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I’m deep into old words these days — Gold Rush and Victorian-era slang, 19th century dictionaries and troves of etymology treasure. I lost an entire afternoon to Merriam-Webster’s fantastic Time Traveler the other day. It sorts words by the first year they were used in print, whether it’s 1613 (alimony, dungaree) or 2025 (vibe coding).…
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Nineteenth-century fort? Gold Rush ghost town? Historical museum straddling the Platte River in Nebraska? I’m so there. The Platte River is striking, a braided river whose waterways eddy and surge around willow-dotted islands and sandbars some 310 miles, with a tributary — the North Platte River — that takes the river’s entire length to more…
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Reading through hundreds of Oregon Trail diaries at the Merrill J. Mattes Research Library at the National Frontier Trails Museum in Independence, Missouri — as well as online and in published volumes back home — one thing kept hitting me. Nearly every diary entry noted how many miles the journal keeper had traveled that day.…
Jackie Burrell, Writer 