Summer of Fifty-Seven

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Stephen C. Joseph. Summer of Fifty-Seven

SUMMER OF FIFTY-SEVEN

CONTENTS

FOREWORD

PREFACE

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

FROM BOSTON TO MOOSE JUNCTION

DICK, JIM, AND THE GHOSTS OF JOHN AND JEDEDIAH

BILLY JIGGS & THE HIDDEN FALLS TRAIL

SARAH, KITTY, AND THE THREE BEARS

ANOTHER BEAR, AND TROUBLE ALL AROUND

JACKSON’S BLACK HAT GANG

WYOMING, “LET ‘ER BUCK!”

UP, UP INTO THE SHINING MOUNTAINS

BUILDING TRAIL

EPILOGUE

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SUMMER OF FIFTY-SEVEN

Wyoming’s Shining Mountains

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Moving over to a grimy windowpane, I saw that the same white light was shining everywhere. Had I died of blueberry pie overdose, and truly woken up in Cowboy Heaven? Apparently not quite yet; for on the ground lay three or four inches of powdery snow, with more coming down by the bucketful. What time was it? Probably at least mid-day, given the brightness of the light. My groggy mind now remembered something half-heard on the radio, was it only yesterday, short of Rock Springs? “Possible late-season blizzard moving up from Colorado.” My brain, still set to Eastern time and clime, had refused to register the possibility of a sudden snowstorm in mid-June. But here we were.

I packed and rolled my bag, slipped the poncho over my head (thus exposing the sleeping bag to the falling snow), and felt my way out the twenty yards to the road. Nothing was in sight in either direction through the diminished visibility. No tracks lay on the road; none made by human, animal, or Detroit. Back in the shack, I considered my situation more carefully. While I might get a bit hungry, I had at least a bag of peanuts and half an O’Henry candy bar in my Gladstone, and plenty of stovewood to keep warm by, and to melt snow water. So I was not without food or drink. A car, or a plow, was sure to come through that day or the next, this was the major road between Rock Springs and Jackson Hole. Things would work out; all I had to do was to be patient.

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