The Road Home....
Some one once said, "If you don't know where you are going any road will take you there." My eight great-grandparents were Mormon pioneers who knew where they were going. At great personal sacrafice, each migrated to Utah in the mid 1800's to make a new life. They were never together in the same place at the same time but each one passed over this rutted road on the Mormon and Oregon-California trail near Register Cliffs, Wyoming. This site is just south of Gurnsey, a few miles west of Fort Laramie and near the North Platte River, in eastern Wyoming.
They came from many different places to a common destination like sheep moving off the mountain on their way to market. Only the market of my ancestors was not intended for just themselves but rather for their progeny which, they each had been blessed, would become like the sands on the seashore.
Now, come and venture down another pretty dirt road.
They came from many different places to a common destination like sheep moving off the mountain on their way to market. Only the market of my ancestors was not intended for just themselves but rather for their progeny which, they each had been blessed, would become like the sands on the seashore.
Now, come and venture down another pretty dirt road.