When People Reached For The Unknown
Along Highway 58, in Oakridge, Oregon, is a Dairy Queen. In one corner of the parking lot, stands this marker.
You might not even notice it.
It’s there to remind those who notice such things that there was a time, not really all that long ago, when the first immigrants hit the Oregon and Emigrant Trail. They carried what they could stuff into a creaking, shaky wagon, and headed west, into god only knows what.
They only knew that it wasn’t what they were leaving, which was everything and most everyone they knew.
Can you imagine?