Here's my modern day conestoga wagon.
It's very humbling to be able to walk where thousands of men, women and children
have labored to push and pull wagons up this hill.
Here are some of the thousands of name and dates carved into the rock at Register Cliff.
Mom walking back to our wagon.
This is the field where the trail went through. To the left is Registry Cliff and off in the distance is the sandstone hill where the ruts are. The land that is not park land belongs to the Wyoming national guard and they have their training grounds along the road to the cliffs.
Off to the right is the Platte River.
The beautiful and very important North Platte River.
See you in a few days.