Let me start this journey a little close to home. When we moved to Boise, Idaho back in 2018, I thought it was SO cool that we lived near part of the Oregon Trail. Super awesome spot to walk the dogs and enjoy the outdoors. But, I could never shake the feeling of the extreme hardships those who walked before me on these very same trails faced. Imagining myself in the early to mid-1800’s making the trek, walking alongside a wagon with my shoes wearing thin, documenting what I went through every night in my journal to give those after me a taste of what’s to come, and those in the future a fair depiction of the desire & dedication to move west. I can feel that desire... but it’s quickly replaced by a deep sense of grief, for I know to this day I am walking over numerous unmarked graves of those who did not make it. Therefore, making this, in my opinion, one of our largest ghost trails of death in America.
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